Real Love

It sure seems that love often gets mistaken for fireworks.
Drama, lust, dysfunction, and angst is not love.

I have always known that real love is quiet. It’s still.

The depth, the weight of it, it calms everything.

Love is… well, real love? Some who are insistent upon drama and fireworks thinking THAT is love would say that real love is boring.

But being performative is not love. It is performing what you think is love. Not what it really is.

Love is quiet.
Love is still.
Love is unwavering and steady.

XO