Can you share a positive example of where you’ve felt loved?
I felt loved
in the golden hush of early mornings,
when sunlight spilled like warm honey
over my cheeks,
and someone whispered,
“You are enough,”
soft as a breeze through jasmine.
I felt loved
when my thoughts, tangled like wild vines,
were held gently,
not pruned or rushed,
but admired
for the way they grew.
I felt loved
in the crimson glow of evening,
when the sky melted into pinks and purples,
and the breeze danced through my hair,
tickling, teasing, whispering,
“You are home.”
I felt loved
with a brush in my hand,
painting emerald leaves and sapphire skies,
watching colors swirl into stories,
feeling the heartbeat of my soul
bleed into every stroke.
I felt loved
in the soft melody of old songs,
their notes floating like petals
falling slowly into my chest,
reminding me of laughter,
memories,
and moments I thought were lost.
I felt loved
not in perfection,
but in the patchwork of my messy days,
in the warmth of eyes that saw me
as I am
wild, fragile, fierce, tender.
And in these quiet, luminous moments,
I realized:
love isn’t always loud.
Sometimes,
it is a rainbow in a single drop of rain,
a heartbeat beside yours,
steady, unwavering, infinite.