I always thought that love is loud. 🔊 That you need to shout about it to the sky, write poetry and wait for great deeds. But one day I realized that love is quieter than it seems. It smells like morning coffee ☕ and fresh bread, and sounds like bare feet on the floor.

I like waking up earlier. Sitting in the kitchen in an old T-shirt, listening to someone breathing deeply and calmly behind the wall. 😌 I know - just a little bit more, and you will come out to me, sleepy and real. You will sit next to me, hug my shoulders, bury your nose in my neck. And that's it. You don't have to say anything else.

I love little rituals — when you pour me coffee in my favorite mug 🫖, when I butter your toast a little thicker than necessary, and you grumble, but eat it. Love doesn't always have to be loud — let it be soft, like a blanket for two 🧶, and delicious, like a late breakfast.

Sometimes it seems to me that all we need is time for each other. ⏳ Two free hours without phones, work, other people's voices. Just to have time to laugh, touch hands and say things we usually put off for later.

If love can smell, then for me it will always smell like morning coffee and you. 💛