Does it make sense?

No.

It’s definitely love then.

Because love, the real kind, is not something you can rationalize.

It doesn’t follow a checklist.

It doesn’t arrive in a perfectly timed package,

Or fit neatly into the version of your life you carefully built.

It comes in sideways.

Unexpected. Unreasonable.

Disruptive in the most tender way.

It opens a door you didn’t even know was locked inside you.

It doesn’t always make sense.

But it feels true.

In your body.

In your breath.

In the way your soul softens when they walk into the room.

You know it’s love when your nervous system exhales.

When your overthinking quiets.

When your past still whispers, but your present holds you tighter.

When safety becomes sacred, and presence becomes prayer.

You know it’s love when you stop trying to impress,

And instead… you just are.

Messy. Beautiful. Vulnerable.

And still fully loved.

You know it’s love when you don’t have to chase it.

It stays.

It shows up.

It listens.

It asks, What do you need? and How can I love you better?

It’s not loud.

It’s not perfect.

But it’s pure.

You know it’s love when you bloom, not because someone rescued you,

But because someone met you right where you were and still chose to stay.

So no, it doesn’t make sense.

It doesn’t need to.

Love isn’t logic.

It’s alchemy.

And when you find it, you’ll know.

Not because it fits.

But because it frees.

May you find that Love!

Aniela🤍

www.MindfulTherapist.us

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