About love, waiting, and a little bit of magic…

Do you know what’s funny? Every time I say, “I’m done waiting for love,” life smirks and whispers, “Oh really?”
And then suddenly someone smiles at me in a way that makes my heart skip a beat - and there I go again, believing.

I think love is not about fireworks or perfect plans. It’s about that quiet, comfortable moment when you feel safe to be yourself. When you can talk nonsense, laugh until your stomach hurts, or sit in silence - and it still feels right.

Sometimes I miss that kind of closeness. Not because I’m sad, but because I know how beautiful it can be when two people meet and understand each other without words.

So yes, I’m waiting… but not sadly. I’m living, laughing, dreaming - and I know, somewhere out there, someone is doing the same. Maybe even reading this post right now.