loving with your feet on the ground
A romantic relationship is not that perfect fairytale many imagine. It’s not about having breakfast together every morning, or endless cuddles under the covers.
It’s not an immaculate home filled with constant laughter or sweet words to lull you to sleep each night.
No, it’s not a magazine cover or a romantic movie without pauses or mistakes.
A real relationship is when someone steals the blanket in the middle of the night and snores without guilt.
It’s a slammed door in anger, an uncomfortable silence, a word that stings.
It’s stubbornness clashing with yours, pride refusing to bend.
It’s enduring routine, dirty laundry, dishes that wait, and exhaustion without filters.
It’s biting your tongue when your heart wants to scream, out of love, out of care.
But within all of that
lies the deepest and most beautiful thing:
it’s having someone who stays,
who holds you when you’re falling apart,
who cooks with you at odd hours
and sits beside you when the world is collapsing.
It’s the voice that whispers everything will be okay,
and somehow, you believe it.
It’s loving with your feet on the ground,
with patience, with humanity.
It’s looking at the other person and knowing that, despite their flaws,
you choose to keep planting.
Because a relationship isn’t a garden in eternal spring
it’s a seed that survives the winters,
a flower that blooms with the water of effort,
and with the steady sun of love that refuses to give up.
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