🍃 The Love That Felt Like Coming Home

🍃 The Love That Felt Like Coming Home

They didn’t recognize it at first.

Love rarely announces itself.

It arrives quietly,

like a familiar scent you can’t quite place

until it pulls a memory from deep inside you.

They met in the middle of ordinary lives.

Bills to pay.

Responsibilities to carry.

Dreams postponed, but not abandoned.

There was no rush between them.

Only a gentle unfolding.

Moments stacked softly on top of one another

until something solid formed.

He learned her habits—

the way she needed time before trust,

the way she loved without spectacle.

She learned his steadiness—

how he stayed even when nothing exciting was happening.

Love didn’t feel like fire.

It felt like warmth.

Like a room where you could finally set your bags down.

There were disagreements,

but no desire to win.

Only a desire to understand.

And in that understanding,

love found its shape.

Not loud.

Not perfect.

But deeply familiar.

As if, somehow,

they had been walking toward each other

long before they ever met. 🍃