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I’m convinced there’s a sixth love language: not having to ask. Someone remembering, noticing, anticipating, and showing up for you without needing a list of instructions first.
I’d take you in your tempest and your tenderness alike, every fault line, every dawn, the whole weather of you.
I love you with something almost sacred, with the quiet devotion of a soul that has found its place to kneel.



























