Self love, love & us aren’t a far-fetched fantasy
To the future,
Do you remember how we used to talk? About love like it was a map to be followed. About people like destinations. About ‘The One’ like a GPS signal we were waiting to catch. We kept describing the kind of person we were looking for; how they’d talk, laugh, dream, love chai or hate Chinese cuisine. But little did we know, life was scripting something far more poetic than our lists, and way beyond the filters we swiped through. It’s because what we were looking for was quietly becoming what we were meant to find in each other.
We were searching outside, when love was writing its verse within us. And just like that unexpected, unplanned and unapologetically real, we stumbled into something not just good for us, but the best for us. Something softer, deeper, familiar, like a long lost song you suddenly remember the lyrics to.
We didn’t check boxes. We checked pulses, and hearts.
And in a world that loves to rush, we chose to stay.
I wasn’t looking for perfect,
I was just hoping for kind.
A soul who sees the mess,
And still chooses to find.
Me in it, with open arms,
As if my chaos was calm.
As if love was meant to bloom,
Not in plans, but in palms.
