She’d know love lives in the small moments—how someone listens, how they stay.

She’d know love lives in the small moments—how someone listens, how they stay. She’d carry stillness like a sacrament, moving not to impress, but to remain. A partner not dazzled by possibility, but faithful to meaning. She would love with depth. But for presence—for truth. He dreamt of that kind of love—timeless and slow.