my idea of love

It’s not the way the movies show, No grand gestures, no silver glow. Just quiet hands and tangled sheets, Love in the spaces where life repeats. No promises carved in stone, Just every day choosing you alone. You’re closer than air, you pull me in, Love isn’t loud, but it never thins. No fireworks, just burning slowly, the kind of love that doesn’t let go. It’s morning coffee, running late, leaving notes by the broken gate. It’s knowing where the silence sits, love in the moments that don’t need a script. If tomorrow asks me again, I’d still choose you like I did back then. Closer than air, steady and true, Not perfect, just real—with you.