OUR KIND OF LOVE 💕

This is not the love that leaves when the weather turns,not the kind that folds itself quietly and disappearsthe moment something harder than happiness arrives.No. Ours is the kind that leans in.The kind that looks difficulty in the faceand says, I've seen worse. I'm staying. ***** This is the love that bears all things.not because it has no choice,but because it has chosen.Over and over. In the morning when I'm difficult.In the evening when you are.In the long, unglamorous middle of a Tuesdaywhen nothing is beautifuland we are still here,still reaching for each other across the silence. ****** You are not borrowed to me.You are not a season, not a guest,not something I am trying on to see how it fits.You are the decision I keep makingevery single day I open my eyesand find you still breathing beside me. ****** Our love does not wander.It does not slide its eyes sidewaysat what it cannot have,does not entertain what it should not entertain.When I say you are mine, I mean itthe way the earth means its roots.Not possessive like a cage,but certain. Grounded. Sure.The jealousy that lives hereis not the ugly kind.It is the quiet, warm kind that says,I see what we have. I will not be careless with it. ***** And God, the nights. Your arms around me when the cold comes in under the doorand the world outside is grey and indifferent.You pull me in like I am the only warm thing left.My face against your bare chest,the sound of your heartbeat steadying something in methat has been unsteady since before I knew you.Your lips at my temple. My jaw. The soft place behind my earwhere you have learned that I forget everything.Your hands tracing me like you wrote me yourself,like you are reminding my skin exactly who it belongs to.We are tangled and unhurried.We are ridiculous and glad.We are the kind of peoplewho laugh in the middle of kissingand do not apologise for it. **** This love hopes all things.It does not count the wrongs,does not file them away for later,does not drag last year's woundsinto this year's arguments.It endures... not grimly, not with teeth clenched...but with open handsand a heart that has decidedthat you are worth the enduring. **** We are not perfect. But we are present.We are looking at each other.We are still learning the language of each other's silences,still finding new rooms in each otherwe did not know were there. **** And on the nights when the winter is loudest,when the cold presses its full weight against the glass,when the whole world goes dark and indifferent outside. I am here. Chest to chest. Lips to skin. Your heartbeat the only clock I need. ***** And I would choose this. Again. And again. And....

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