Maybe love isn’t lost… just taking its time.

Sometimes I think love doesn’t disappear - it just gets a little shy. It hides between our daily routines, behind the “I’m fine” smiles, waiting for the right moment to show up again.

There were times I thought I had it all figured out - that love should look a certain way, come at the perfect time, with perfect people. But life has its own sense of humor. It teaches you that sometimes love arrives when you’re messy, tired, or wearing your oldest sweater. And yet - it feels right.

Now, I no longer search. I just live. I read, I laugh, I talk to strangers, I enjoy small things. And deep down, I know - love has a strange habit of finding us exactly when we stop pretending we’re not waiting.

So, maybe it’s on its way already… just taking the scenic route.