Love’s strange, isn’t it? It’s not always fireworks, sometimes it’s just a quiet moment, a glance that says more than words. It can feel like a storm, all consuming, but also like the calm after. We don’t always know what love looks like, but it’s there in the small things—making someone coffee, sharing a song, laughing at nothing, and somehow everything. It’s not perfect, never is, but it’s real. And maybe that’s enough.