Love doesn’t always arrive like lightning. Sometimes, it settles like sunlight.
It’s in the ease of shared silences,
in the tiny rituals we build together,
the comfort of knowing someone’s hand without looking.
This photo essay is about that :
love, not as a spark, but what feels like home!
Featuring people from different worlds~
different languages,
different currencies,
different ages,
different stages,
different battles,
different tales.
And yet, the only thing that binds them here is love. 🤍
“Love is patient, love is kind, love means slowly losing your mind.”
― Lynn Painter, Better Than the Movies
press play, let it carry you through this!
1. And You, I Could Listen to Forever~
even if our skin whispers
we’ve grown old,
your voice will never grow old to me.
i could listen for hours.
not to the words,
but to the person
breathing behind them.
2. Lessons in You~
the books waited,
the pages blurred,
what we memorized
was each other.
3. The Patient Kind of Love~
patience is love too.
the waiting,
but knowing you’re not waiting alone.
4. Between Groceries~
an ordinary ride,
an ordinary day,
running errands with you,
and somehow,
the world feels slower
with my hand on your waist.
5. Burnt Out Together~
tints of fire in the sky,
watching us in silence
and we,
with tired heart eyes,
venting our way out of our corporate cage.
6. The Honeymoon Haze~
in this honeymoon haze,
i’m piecing together
the puzzle that is you.
there’s this wild, breathless thrill that makes me feel alive like nothing ever has before!
7. I’m Sorry, Babe~
"I know I messed up big time. Just… one last chance, okay?
I’d make a hundred silly faces,
if it meant seeing you giggle again.
I get it now… what matters to you.
And I promise,
I won’t let this happen again"
8. A Pocket Full of Love~
it’s freezing.
the wind bites my cheeks,
but I don’t say a word.
instead, my hands find their way into your pockets, my favourite kind of warmth.
9. Until You Find It~
another street,
another stall,
another hundred things
you can’t decide between.
my feet are dying,
but my heart stays quiet,
because if it means
walking these streets with you,
i’ll keep searching
until you find the one you want.
10. Her Hands, My Compass~
your hand finds mine,
not to be held,
but to guide.
the world thinks
i should be the one to lead,
but i follow you gladly
because safety feels like
you pulling me forward,
through the noise.
11. Drifting With You, Through the Blues~
blue waters endlessly,
you watch the waves,
but i watch you instead.
smoke curls between us,
it’s quiet with you, my mind,
the cruise drifts forward.
we are headed somewhere,
but right now,
being here with you
is enough.
12. Playful Digs and Willing Surrenders~
you tug at me
with words i can’t resist,
but i pout,
pretending to be upset.
you laugh,
and i try not to,
but we both know
you’ve already won.
By Bhadra
evolving. becoming. being.
By Bhadra 
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