The Glow That Stayed

“B”

There’s something quiet about real love. It doesn’t arrive with fireworks or fanfare. It just shows up — steady, unhurried, sure.

When I met B, it felt like finding a frequency I’d been tuned to all along. No noise. No pretending. Just two people who, somehow, spoke the same silence.

It’s not about perfection; it’s about peace. About the way a simple breakfast can feel like poetry. About laughter that feels like prayer. About being seen — not for who I could become, but for who I already am.

B didn’t change my life. He reminded me it was already beautiful.

And maybe that’s what love really is — not the spark, but the glow that stays when the world goes quiet.

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A. J. Rose