Sometimes love looks like texting back even when they're tired like remembering your triggers without being reminded. like choosing gentleness when anger would be easier. like being patient with your walls because they know you're still learning how to feel safe. like "text me when you get home." "did you eat?" keeping water by your side. covering you when you fall asleep first. noticing when your replies get shorter. letting you talk about the same thing for the tenth time. sitting beside you when you don't feel like talking at all. sending "this made me think of you." reading your favourite book just so they can talk to you about it. reminding you to take your medicine. holding your hand through panic, through overthinking, through all the moments you feel unlovable. sometimes love looks like softness that doesn't need to be loud to feel like safety.