Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.

I'm crying as I write this. But that's nothing new. I'm always crying, always aching somewhere deep inside, like my soul carries a weight too heavy for my body to bear. And today, on this day of love, the weight feels unbearable.

Maybe it's the way the world dresses itself in red and pink, as if love could be wrapped in ribbons and sealed in envelopes. Maybe it's the way couples hold hands a little tighter today as if love needed proof. Maybe it's just me, caught in the quiet space between longing and acceptance.

Valentine’s Day. A day of grand gestures and whispered promises. A day where people speak of forever as if it's something they can hold in their hands. A day where love is loud, undeniable, unshaken by the passing of time. But what about love that is quiet? Love that exists in the spaces between moments, in the silences, in the waiting? What about the kind of love that isn’t measured in roses or candlelit dinners but in the unseen, the unspoken, the warmth you carry in your heart every day?

They say love is patient, but I think it is also restless. It stirs inside you, demanding to be felt. It waits, yes, but not without longing. It aches in the quiet hours of the night when there’s nothing left to distract you. It whispers in the spaces between breaths, reminding you of what you have, what you've lost, what you’re still waiting for.

Today, I think about all the people who are in love, who are held in someone’s arms, who are kissed softly at midnight. I think about the ones who have love but cannot touch it, the ones who carry it in their hearts like a secret. I think about those who are still searching, who still believe, even when the world has given them every reason not to. And then I think about myself, knowing love, feeling love, but still wishing I could spend this day wrapped in my partner’s arms, feeling safe, feeling home.

Love is not just what we say, what we do. It’s in the waiting, in the longing, in the knowing that no matter how many miles, how many moments, how much space stretches between two hearts, love remains. Love endures. Love waits.

And so, today, on Valentine’s Day, I sit with my love. Even if it is miles away. Even if it is silent. Because love, real love, doesn’t need a holiday. It doesn’t need proof. It just is.

And that is enough.

Happy Valentine’s Day.