The language of love.

Love lies in the details.

The truest form of love is consideration. It's the way you listen to the tiny details- how they fidget when nervous, the way their voice softens when they talk about something they love, the way their voice breaks when they're being vulnerable, the way their eyes dart when they're unsure of something, the gaze they hold when they can't express their words, the way they hum a song on a happy day... It's how you notice the body language and understand things that are left unsaid. The way you remember the smallest details of what they thought was irrelevant.

It means holding onto what they’ve brushed aside, and finding that unspoken language that only you will understand. It’s the look across the room that means “I’ve got you.” The inside joke no one else understands. The thousand tiny rituals you build without realising- when do they like their coffee? What's the right mood for tea? Should we go for a walk? Maybe they’d like cleaner sheets…

It’s learning their silences. The one that means they’re tired. The one that says “Can we leave?” And the one that’s just…presence. No performance. Just two people being. It’s the quiet companionship of splitting workload, the familiar comfort of reading side by side, scrolling before bedtime, helping each other solve a daily puzzle...love is a game of instinct, and finding your own language is special because in the end, no matter who comes and goes, no matter how life shifts and how schedules change, this develops into something more intimate, more private. Your safe space.

And the best part? It’s yours. Just yours. A fluency that doesn’t fade, even when life changes its pace or the world gets noisy again. Love, at its core, is not just in grand gestures, but in the tender, silent act of truly seeing someone. Like a well- choreographed dance that you'll never forget the steps of.