Some love arrives loudly. This one didn’t.
It came quietly, in moments that didn’t ask for attention— in ease, in comfort, in the way my heart softens when I think of you.
You didn’t become important to me all at once. You became familiar in the best way— like something my soul already understood.
There’s a steadiness to what I feel for you. No rush. No demand. Just presence.
When I think of you, I don’t imagine grand gestures. I imagine peace. I imagine warmth.
Today isn’t about expectations. It’s simply about truth.
You are loved—patiently, respectfully, in a way that wants nothing from you except your happiness.
If this letter sits gently with you, then it has done exactly what it was meant to do.
would you be my Valentine this year and all the coming years till my last breath