There’s a love that shouts.
And then there’s the love that waits quietly at the edges of your burnout.
He’d sit by me while I doom-scroll random medical papers, gaming walkthroughs, and baking science at 3 AM.
No criticism. No commentary. Just presence.
Once I apologized for being so tired all the time.
He smiled and said,
“You’re brilliant. Your mind moves too fast. I’ll wait wherever you land.”
It was the first time I realized:
Being loved gently is a type of miracle.
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