The Things We Did for Love

We remind each other—

Of the sacrifices made, the time invested,

The things lost along the way,

As if love were a ledger,

And kindness a debt to be repaid.


But weren’t they done out of love?

Out of an unspoken promise,

To see joy light up their eyes,

To make them feel cherished,

To find our own happiness in theirs?


Remember—

The first glance that stole your breath,

The hands that trembled before they held,

The silent vows whispered in a gaze,

The thrill of seeing their face after days apart,

The butterflies, the stolen glances,

The quiet urge to capture them in a fleeting moment.


The gentle kiss placed on sleeping lips,

The tears that traced your cheeks in longing,

The hand held tight while crossing the road,

The embrace that felt like home.


Every act was never just for them—

It was for the love you carried,

For your  happiness that bloomed in their joy,

For the way your heart found its rhythm

In the echo of their laughter.


Love was never about keeping score—

It was about giving, feeling, and becoming whole

to find our own happiness in their's. 



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