Monday, August 12, 2024

Love

 I hate love.

Nah, I love love.

Love that speaks without words.

Silence does the work.

No need to pretend.

They prioritize, understand, and wait.

Movie nights, shared playlists, and book talks.

Remembering every detail.

If this isn’t love, I don’t know love.

-Deepika

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