\"I love you.\"
It’s more than just three words—
it’s a kind of magic.
A spell whispered across languages,
yet understood by every heart.
These words…
they should only be spoken by someone worthy—
someone whose soul means what the mouth dares to say.
To hear them from true love
is a blessing beyond measure.
I haven’t felt that yet—
not truly.
But I’m still hoping.
Hoping for someone who won’t just say it,
but *prove* it with every glance, every silence, every stay.
“I love you” can wear many forms,
whispered in a thousand ways.
And yet, the feeling it carries—
it’s always the same.
The ache of waiting to hear it,
the fluttering hope,
the quiet ache—
nothing compares.
And when it *finally* comes,
from the one we’ve been hoping for—
it feels like heaven touched the earth,
just for a moment.
Love, when true,
is beautiful.
It’s a journey—
brave, delicate, wild.
It’s an adventure of the heart.
An admiration of souls.
A truth that doesn\'t waver.
When it’s real—
Love is everything.