There is a love that does not just warm you. It turns you towards itself.
Not only towards him... but towards yourself.
You begin to believe more. To feel more deeply. To dream more widely.
Precisely because he is nearby. The one who sees the light in you... even when you yourself do not notice it.

Love as inspiration is when you want to create.
To write. To dance. To seek new horizons.
You begin to love life even more, because someone loves you - sincerely, subtly, attentively.

This is not about dependence. This is about opening up.
When you do not dissolve in him, but seem to grow.
When his look says: You can do everything.
And you begin to believe that you really can.

Love that inspires is not always loud.
Sometimes it is in a quiet "I believe in you."
In the way he listens to your crazy ideas - and does not laugh.
In the way he supports you, even if you go your own way, not always clear.
In the way he is proud of you.
Simply - because you exist.

I dream of this kind of love.
Where every day you are not just loved, but open, alive, shining.
Where love is not a cage, but wings.
Where you are not held, but inspired to fly.

And do you know how to be such an inspiration?
Would you like to be next to a woman in whose eyes you are light, strength, an element?
And I would like to be next to a man who is not afraid of my depth... and lights a fire in me.