@mcodiste The garden gate was covered in tiny white flowers. They had grown there without anyone planning them. Some of the prettiest things happen accidentally.
Maybe the most romantic thing is remembering. Remembering someone's favorite flower, the way they take their coffee, or the song they always skip. Attention can be its own language of love.
I want to grow into someone who notices beauty before sadness. Someone who looks at the sky even on difficult days. Someone who still believes tomorrow can be gentle.
The clouds moved slowly across the moon, changing its light every few seconds. I thought about how everything changes without asking permission. Perhaps that is simply what living means.