Love is not like movies that we see,
not always perfect or beautiful every day.
It is not only butterflies and happy moments,
Sometimes love is painful and silent too.
Still, the heart keeps choosing it again.
I learned love is not about control.
It is not “stay the same for me.”
Real love does not force or demand,
it stays pure even without guarantees.
It loves without asking too much.
Maybe that is why I loved you deeply.
Not because you were perfect always,
but because my heart felt peace near you.
Even your silence started meaning something.
Even your small care felt special to me.
People say love yourself first, and now I understand why.
When someone feels broken inside,
they push away the people who love them the most.
Not because they don't care,
but because they feel unworthy of being loved fully.
The hardest love is letting go softly.
Still praying they stay happy somewhere.
Not holding anger, not holding bitterness,
just carrying memories within heart.
Because real love never becomes hatred.
I understood love is in small things.
Listening when someone is tired.
Staying when life becomes difficult.
Calling them even after a long day.
Making them feel seen without showing it to the world.
Now I know real love is a daily choice.
Not loud words or big promises.
Just gentle effort, honest presence,
and staying with the same heart every day.
My love was always silent, but it was real.
By
Sanji-Paul Arvind
**Do not judge my life based on my poems; My Poems and my life are 2 different things.
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