Maybe love isn't about expensive gifts or big promises. Maybe real love is just missing someone so deeply that even the quietest nights feel incomplete without them. That's exactly how I feel every time I lay here thinking about you. I picture us together in the simplest moments, wrapped up in conversations that last until morning, laughing over nothing, and getting lost in each other's eyes like time stopped moving just for us. I don't care about perfection because perfect people don't exist. I care about connection, comfort, honesty, and the feeling of knowing someone truly sees your heart. I want us to be able to sit in silence and still feel close, still feel understood, still feel loved without forcing anything. You being your real self, me being mine, and both of us finding peace in each other's presence. That kind of love is rare now, and maybe that's why I crave it so much. At the end of every stressful day, all my heart really wants is your warmth beside me and the feeling that no matter what happens in life, we still have each other. Honestly, that would mean more to me than anything else in this world ever could.