I love you in the quiet moments,
not for the words you say,
but for the silence you share.
I love you even when you stumble,
for how you always rise again.
I love you in the spaces between breaths,
where time seems to pause,
and we exist,
without masks, just us—raw, unfiltered, real.
I love you in the laugh that you show,
when the world feels too heavy.
I love you,
in the tears that you hide,
for they too, are a part of your strength.
I love you in your imperfections,
the parts you think are broken,
for it is there I find the light,
the pieces that make you whole.
I love you,
not for the image you show the world,
but the warmth beneath your skin,
the kindness in your eyes,
and the heart that beats within.
SRD.