Fast love feels like fireworks — loud, dazzling, and gone before you even exhale.
But slow love… it grows like sunrise.
It’s quiet, patient, and glows warmer with time.

Slow love isn’t about speed — it’s about depth.
It lives in everyday rituals — the morning coffee, the text that says “thinking of you,” the quiet moment before sleep.

It’s love that doesn’t chase — it stays.
Maybe what we’ve all been missing isn’t passion, but peace that comes with real connection.