The art of loving softly

 To me, make love isn’t just about passion—it’s about presence. It’s the quiet, unspoken intimacy of feeling safe in someone’s arms. It’s falling asleep wrapped around each other like gravity itself is pulling us closer. It’s watching our favorite movie, sharing snacks, and laughing at parts we’ve memorized by heart.

It’s the deep midnight talks, where words feel weightless but mean everything. It’s the kind of kiss that lingers even after our lips part. It’s opening my eyes in the morning and finding her still there, like a dream I get to wake up to.

And then, the small rituals of love—the way I make her breakfast, the warmth of chai tea in her hands, the gentle press of a kiss on her forehead before the day begins. These are the moments where love lives. Not in grand gestures, but in the everyday softness of choosing each other, again and again