What We Were Made For

There is a love
we recognize
before we can name it.
A kind of ancient knowing,
quieter than desire,
pulling at us
though we can’t explain why.

We chase its shadows.
We settle for echoes.
We call anything love
to soothe what aches for a moment.

But deep down,
something is missing.
We feel it in the hollow
pleasure can’t reach,
in the restlessness
that never quite sleeps.

This love doesn’t rush us.
It doesn’t entertain us
or ask for grand gestures.
It comes close
and stays close—
close enough to be felt
when everything else falls away.

This love is unpretentious.
It doesn’t put on a show.
It cherishes without conditions.
It sees us fully
and doesn’t flinch—
not when we’re quiet,
not when we’re afraid,
not when we’re undone.

We were made for this kind of love.
The kind that doesn’t use us,
doesn’t excuse us,
doesn’t abandon us
to our wandering.
It loves the ordinary.

The kind that tells the truth
and holds us while we hear it.
The kind that waits
without growing cold.

This love doesn’t demand to be chosen.
It stands.
It remains.

Every heart knows it,
even when we pretend not to,
even when we resist it,
even when we try to replace it
with something easier to manage.

It keeps calling us home.

Not because we earned it.
Not because we’re ready.
But because this is the love
we were created to crave—
the love we were created to receive.

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