A Museum of Love

Isn’t it beautiful how we carry pieces of the people we love within us? A phrase they always said, a song they played on repeat, a habit they never noticed they had—somehow, they become ours too.

We pick up their laughter, their little quirks, the way they hum while making coffee or the way they tuck their hair behind their ear when they’re thinking. Without realizing it, we collect these fragments, and they stay with us long after those people have gone.

We are walking museums, curated by love. Each habit, each phrase, each melody—evidence of every soul that has ever touched ours.

And maybe that’s what love truly is. Not just being with someone, but becoming them, carrying their presence in the smallest details of our everyday life.

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