Just a short post today, about love.
As a little girl growing up I was used to seeing love shown in the big moments. The knight saving the maiden, the grand gestures, the "will they won't theys" and the against all odds.
It wasn't until I actually found love that I realised that love is at its best in the quiet moments. When nothing is said.
Dancing together to your song, away from the world just looking at each other and for that moment, nothing else exists in the world.
An afternoon cuddled up in blankets. One cat lies on me, the other on him and sleep comes. Our family.
I promised myself a long time ago that it was either all, or nothing. I wanted true love, or nothing at all.
I waited a very long time to find my perfect person. This love was worth the wait. Nearly nine years after meeting and the love grows stronger every year.
Love is not about the big moments. It is sometimes just holding hands as you fall asleep and realising that is what you want for the rest of your life.
I am so grateful that we found each other.
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