The tiny things.

It’s not always the grand things, the fireworks, the noise. Sometimes it’s the smallest things that hold me together a soft good morning, a hand that doesn’t rush, a question asked with real eyes. I don’t need a kingdom. I just need presence. Consistency like a heartbeat, warmth like a prayer. And baby, if love is in trouble, you feel it before you see it. It’s a silence where a touch should be, a flicker in a voice you used to know by heart. Still, I find my joy in the tiny offerings, the intentional ones, the kind that whisper I am here. I am here. And I promise myself this: no matter who stays or goes, I will keep choosing love in the smallest things, in the quietest ways, until it finds me whole. ---