01/25/2026
Love, in all its forms, is both the softest landing and the most breathtaking leap. When it wraps around you, whether it is the love you have found for yourself, the way you marvel at life itself, or the bond you share with another, it fills every quiet space within you. It steadies you, cradles you, and makes the world feel just a little less sharp. There’s a safety in it, a knowing that you are enough, that you belong, not because of what you do, but simply because you exist. In those moments, you breathe differently. You stand taller. You meet the world with a heart that is open instead of armored.
And yet, love also carries its own delicate weight. To hold it is to feel an instinct to protect it, almost like cupping water in your hands, knowing it is impossible to keep forever in the same form. That knowledge, quiet but ever-present, is what makes it so achingly beautiful. We savor love because it is not guaranteed. We appreciate it more because it can change, shift, or slip away. In its impermanence, it teaches us how to be present. It whispers, “this is here now, feel it, honor it, let it matter.” And in that, love becomes not just something we have, but something we become.
xo
Gabby
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