If you are lucky enough to find love, remember that it is there.

Hold it gently. Don’t throw it away.

Love doesn’t usually arrive with certainty. It comes quietly. It settles into your life through small, ordinary moments—shared silence, familiar laughter, the comfort of being known without having to explain yourself.

And because it arrives so gently, it’s easy to forget how rare it is.

Over time, love begins to feel like part of the background. Like something stable enough to lean on without checking if it’s still holding. We assume it will wait. We assume it will understand. We assume it will survive being postponed, overlooked, spoken to carelessly, or stretched thin.

Most people don’t mean to hurt love. They just stop noticing it.

They get busy. Tired. Distracted. They assume tomorrow will always be there to soften what today bruised. They believe love is endless, that it can absorb everything without consequence.

But love, like people, has limits.

It wears down when it’s taken for granted. It grows heavy when apologies replace change. It begins to ache when care becomes conditional and presence becomes optional. And slowly—almost invisibly—it starts to retreat.

Not every ending comes from betrayal or cruelty. Some come from neglect. From assuming love is strong enough to carry what we refuse to tend to.

This isn’t about being perfect or careful all the time. Love doesn’t ask for that. It asks for honesty. For effort. For the humility to notice when something precious is being handled too roughly.

Sometimes love doesn’t leave all at once. Sometimes it fades while we’re still standing in the same room, wondering when things started to feel so distant.

If you are lucky enough to find love, pause once in a while and really look at it. Not through the lens of what it gives you, but through the care it quietly asks for. Speak gently. Listen fully. Repair what you damage instead of assuming it will heal on its own.

Love isn’t endless—but it is resilient when it is cherished.

And maybe that’s the point.

Not to cling to love out of fear of losing it,

but to honor it while it’s still choosing to stay.

Until next time,