When I say I love you,

I don’t mean only in soft moments—

not just in laughter under sunlit skies,

but in the quiet, heavy silences too.

In the pauses.

In the waiting.

I love you in the spaces between our words,

in the ache of goodbyes

and the hope of the next hello.

I love you in miles and memories,

in sleepless nights and dreaming eyes.

It’s not a love of fireworks—

but of steady flame.

Not loud, but lasting.

The kind you feel in your chest

even when you’re alone.

I love you

in every language I don’t speak,

in every song that reminds me of you,

in every plan I make with “someday” in mind.

And when the world feels too much,

when everything else falls apart—

know this:

I will still be choosing you,

quietly, fiercely, always.

(Asal)