There is such love that does not yell.
She does not need loud words, is not displayed.
She lives silently in her heart - as warmth, as a quiet presence that never disappears.
It's not always about passion or drama. It's about depth. About a look in which more than "love".

It is a love that does not disappear after quarrels.
Love that supports even when difficult.
Love that does not depend on shapes or ideal because it sees the soul.
It is like a light that does not fade even in the dark.
She is in arms without words. U "How are you?" Among the day. In the desire to be nearby.

True love is not the one that sounds loud.
And the one that remains. Lives. Breathes. And does not require anything in return.