No matter how long. No matter how far. No matter, come what may. I choose love. In every word. In every action. In every moment of every day. 🫶🥰❤️✨ Love has never belonged to a date on a calendar. It lives woven within the in-between moments. In the sink full of dishes you wash anyway, the day you stay sick in bed. In the text you send when you’re tired, but know how much it matters to receive. In choosing patience when it would be easier to react in frustration or exhausti

If I am remembered when I take my final breath, May it be that I loved even when it was foolish. Is it courage, or insanity in choosing love anyway? To choose love, even when it's not polished, but it shows up...tired, scarred, and yet still open. To choose love, even when our hearts have been torn and tattered from being taken advantage of...but still it stays kind and present, even when easier to harden. To choose love, even at risk of being misunderstood, mischaracterized,

If I am remembered when I take my final breath, May it be that I loved even when it was foolish. Is it courage, or insanity in choosing love anyway? To choose love, even when it's not polished, but it shows up...tired, scarred, and yet still open. To choose love, even when our hearts have been torn and tattered from being taken advantage of...but still it stays kind and present, even when easier to harden. To choose love, even at risk of being misunderstood, mischaracterized,