🌊 Where Love Gently Waits

Love did not chase them.

It stood still,

like water learning the shape of shore.

They arrived carrying quiet damage—

words never said,

hands once let go too soon,

hopes folded carefully

so they wouldn’t tear again.

They spoke slowly.

Not because they were afraid,

but because they understood

how fragile beginnings can be.

He learned her patience

before he learned her laughter.

She learned his steadiness

before she learned his dreams.

Love did not bloom overnight.

It grew in pauses.

In shared glances across crowded rooms.

In knowing when to speak

and when to simply stay.

There were days love felt uncertain—

but it never felt unsafe.

And that was the difference.

Love waited.

Love listened.

Love trusted time

to do what force never could.

In the end,

they did not rush toward forever.

They walked into it quietly,

hand in hand,

without fear.