01/04/2026
No one really prepares you for the quiet part of love.
The part that comes after the butterflies. After the staying-up-late-talking and the can’t-keep-your-hands-off-each-other kind of nights.
What comes next is decidedly less sexy.
It’s laundry piles and tired eyes. It’s tag-teaming bedtime and sitting in silence because neither of you has words left. It’s choosing to stay close even when it feels easier to drift apart.
It’s not glamorous, but it’s real.
And over time, you learn love isn’t the flutter—it’s the faithfulness.
It’s the hand that reaches for yours without fanfare. The soft place to land when the world wears you thin. The quiet promise: I’m still here. We’re still us. And that kind of love is everything.
-Her View From Home
