Some give love with their hands - stroking your hair, holding you by the waist, not letting go even in your sleep. Some - with eyes that smile even when their lips are silent. And some - with actions: bringing coffee to bed, closing the windows from the draft, remembering how you love to wrap yourself in a blanket from head to toe.

And how do you give your love?
Are you quiet or a storm? Are you a touch or a distance that makes you go crazy?
Do you write letters? Cook dinner? Call just because you missed me?

I love love in all its manifestations. I like it when it doesn’t require a reason. When you don’t need to wait for a holiday to hug. I like it when love is in the little things: in the way he looks at me, how he stays silent next to me, how he laughs at my stupidity and kisses my forehead before bed.

And yes, I believe that love is not only passion. It is also a home you return to. It is also a hand you cling to on difficult days. It is also the one who asks: "Have you eaten?" with such tenderness that you want to feed only on this voice forever.

Each of us loves in our own way.
And each of us has a chance to meet someone whose love is like a song that you have always known, but only now have you truly heard.

And how do you give your love?
Tell me. I am so interested to hear your melody...