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Come, my love.

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Delilah had the kind of heart that made flowers grow faster just by walking past them. Her pockets were always full of crayons, stones shaped like hearts, and tiny folded notes that read things like, "You are seen." "You are loved." "You are not alone."

She handed those notes out like candy.

Delilah is the kind that sat with kids who were alone. She didn’t ask them why, they didn’t need to explain anything. She just smiled, offered a sandwich half, and told them about her dreams of opening a “Hug Café,” where the menu was all kinds of hugs: soft ones, brave ones, quiet ones, the kind that say “I’ve got you.”

One rainy afternoon, Delilah saw her neighbor, Alex is sitting on his porch, eyes on the gray sky, not moving much at all. People said Alex was grumpy, but Delilah didn’t believe in grumpy the way grown-ups did. She believed in lonely. And tired.

So she marched over, took a crayon from her pocket, and drew a bright yellow sun on his mailbox.

“It was missing,” she said simply, and gave him a folded note that read, "It’s okay if today is heavy. I can help carry it."

Alex didn’t say a word, but the next day, the sun was still there and beside it, he had drawn a tiny bluebird.

Delilah smiled. She had so much love to give, and the world slowly, quietly, was beginning to remember how to receive it.

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Today the sky was dressed in grey, a soft and gentle sort of day. No sun to shine, no rain to fall, just clouds that made the world feel small.

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Honestly, should I just knock out and let the universe figure it out?

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And the moon whispering your name.

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And I'm dying, again.

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The 'testing the waters' little touch. A tiny paw, a world of wonder. One gentle tap at a time.

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I've spent a year chasing it, certain it was meant for me. But now, doubt lingers, heavy and unshakable. Another path appears, tempting, unfamiliar.

Is it right?

I should be happy. Everything seems to be falling into place. Yet here I am, falling apart, crying over choices I never thought I’d question.

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Love in the Smallest Petals

Love isn’t always grand gestures or loud declarations. Sometimes, it’s like a small flower growing quietly between cracks in the pavement—soft, persistent, and full of life.

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Love, in Every Little Moment

Have you ever met someone who feels like home? Like, no matter how chaotic the world gets, just knowing they exist makes everything feel okay?

Yeah, that’s you.

Love isn’t just the big moments, it’s the quiet ones. The way your eyes light up when you talk about something you love, the way your laughter lingers in my mind long after you’ve gone quiet, the way your presence alone makes everything feel right.

I don’t need Valentine’s Day to remind me how much I love you, but since today’s all about love, I just wanna say it again, I love you. In every little moment, in every little way. Always.

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Let’s make more memories, laugh until our stomachs hurt, and keep writing our own little love song together.