The Love That Grew Between Days 🌾

They didn’t fall in love all at once.

Love arrived in pieces,

slipping quietly between ordinary days.

At first, it was routine.

Morning messages with no urgency.

Evenings spent sharing stories

that didn’t ask to be remembered.

But somehow, they were.

He noticed how her presence softened time.

How minutes felt less sharp when she was near.

She noticed how he never rushed her—

not her words,

not her silences,

not her healing.

Their love didn’t demand attention.

It learned to live alongside life—

between work and rest,

between hope and hesitation.

Some days, love felt invisible.

But it was always there,

like roots growing underground,

unseen but strong.

They learned that love doesn’t need drama

to be meaningful.

It needs consistency.

A willingness to show up

even when nothing special is happening.

And one quiet evening,

without ceremony or certainty,

they realized love had already chosen them.

It had grown.

Patiently.

Between days.

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