Does anyone truly understand love?
Does anyone really know what they mean when they say they love someone?
Love is more than a word. It is a feeling that resists definition. You may never know the exact reason why you love someone, yet you do ! with a certainty that doesn’t ask for logic or explanation.
Some say love is like a habit. It can nurture you or consume you. It can be gentle or overwhelming. And sometimes, no matter how much it changes you, you cannot simply let go of it.
But the more I grow, the more I realize that love, in its truest form, is safety. It is not chaos. It is not fear. It is not something that makes you question your worth. Love is the place you return to when the world feels heavy, when everything seems like it’s falling apart. It is the quiet space where you do not have to perform, where you are not asked to become someone else. It is where you are allowed to be fully, unapologetically yourself.
Love teaches you to grow, not through pressure, but through belief. When you know you are loved, you begin to see yourself differently. You begin to care for yourself more. You begin to become better, not because you are asked to, but because you want to. There is something profoundly beautiful about being loved in a way that makes you want to evolve, not out of fear of losing it, but out of gratitude for having it.
A person who truly loves you becomes a silent companion in your journey. They do not try to control your path, yet they walk beside you. Your joys feel like theirs. Your pain does not have to be hidden. Their presence alone makes life feel lighter, as if the weight you carry no longer belongs to you alone.
Love lives in the smallest things. In quiet understanding. In unnoticed sacrifices. In the comfort of simply knowing someone is there. It is not loud. It does not need to prove itself. It does not demand attention.
Because real love is not something that overwhelms you. It is something that holds you. It is not something that makes you feel anxious. It is something that makes you feel at home.
Love is not loud. It is safe.
Anindita Rath
@scrambledwriter
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