CHOSEN LOVE.. To be loved feels beautiful, but to be chosen - every day, in quiet ways - that's what makes love rare. I don't crave perfection; I crave presence. The kind that silently reminds me - no matter how heavy life gets, I'm not carrying it alone. Love isn't loud. It's not in grand gestures or endless words. It's in the calm certainty that says: I see you. I choose you. I'm staying.❤️