Itโs the hand that held us in the darkest times and the promise of always being there. By the time I realized this, she was already gone. And what's worse, once lost, itโs lost forever.
Love isnโt always about butterflies. The excitement fades, and what keeps it alive is making her feel your presence, especially after a bad day, and taking her out for ice cream on a random Thursday night.
You will never fully understand how much it meant when she laughed at your lame jokes and teamed up against the odds. Love is not about grand gestures, but the silent comfort to her unspoken fears.