love

i think that the best way to show someone love, is not through words but rather through actions. that’s why we had “show not tell’s” as a kid. love is shown through the little things someone does for you, instead of just saying “i love you”. anything from covering your ears as the loud train passes through the station because they know you’re sensitive to loud noises, to grabbing your hand and squeezing it to reassure you that everything’s okay, to the little snacks they occasionally bring you because they know it’s your favorite. it’s the showing them songs that remind you of them, pictures from your day expressing how they’re always thinking about you, to the sitting alone in content, comfortable silence with each

other and the little thumb rubbing thing when you are holding hands. it’s how their eyes light up when they see you, how they always smile when they see you, how they brighten up a room just by being there, how they lighten your mood just by having their presence there. it’s the little gestures they do for you, the little minuscule things that nobody else would know about, but to you means so much. they do not have to be the most diehard romantic in the world, they don’t have to utter “i love you” every time they see you, but their love lies way deeper than just the verbal words that they speak. those are only part of love. love, is like the gentle pitter-patter of rain in the night, how it lulls people to sleep. love is like the fresh smell of dew on an early sunday morning, right before dawn. love is like the smell of pancakes in the morning, waking up to it, having it lure you out into the kitchen. love is like being in the sea at dusk, where it’s just you and them, where the waters are calmer, where our smiles are as radiant as can be, but it’s only your private moment. love is seeing how the last rays of sunlight, during the golden hour, illuminates their face beautifully, allowing you to drink up all of their beauty. love is laying on the rocks or the grass, looking up into the sky as you stargaze and cloudgaze during that timeframe where the sun has already set, but yet the clouds are still out. it’s that moment where you both are listening to that song on their playlist, talking about pure nothingness, as you both realize that your feelings are mutual. love is being able to embrace them as their arms wrap around you from behind when you’re in the kitchen, and you are no longer unintentionally startled at their touch. love is being able to be fully vulnerable to them, knowing that they’ll never do you harm, knowing that you are safe and content with them. love is feeling like home wherever you are, as long as you’re with them. love, to someone who isn’t good at expressing, at receiving, at understanding love, knows that what you give out is nothing but pure love and appreciation. and that is what love truly is. showing, not telling. through the little moments you share with somebody, to accepting their little quirks that make them unique, and ultimately showing them love through little gestures. to love, in prospect, is to be genuine in the things you do for them, more than the things you say. “i love you”’s can tell a person you love them, but the little experiences you share with a person shows them you love them.