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Affection
It doesn’t always look like love songs
or candlelit dinners or roses in bloom.
Sometimes, affection is in the background—
in the way someone leaves a light on for you
because they know you’ll be home late.
It’s quiet.
It’s packing your lunch before you ask.
It’s remembering how you take your coffee.
It’s holding your hand under the table
when you’re trying not to cry in public.
It’s knowing your favorite movie
and never mocking the fact
that you’ve watched it twenty times.
It’s sending a meme at just the right moment.
It’s making space for your silence
and never rushing you to speak.
Affection isn’t a performance.
It’s not loud or polished or poetic—
not always.
Sometimes it’s just a forehead kiss
when you’re half-asleep
or someone warming up the car
because they know you hate the cold.
Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh
It’s patience.
It’s forgiveness.
It’s a blanket thrown over you
when you pass out on the couch,
a charger left on your side of the bed,
a hug that lasts just a second longer
because they know you need it.
It’s inside jokes and belly laughs.
It’s fighting but still choosing to stay.
It’s saying, “Text me when you get there,”
and meaning it.
It’s walking beside you—
even when they don’t understand
where you’re going.
Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh
Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh
Affection is daily.
Ordinary.
Easy to overlook.
But when it’s there,
you feel safe in your skin,
like you don’t have to be more than you are.
Like someone sees you fully
and says, “You’re enough.”
So no, it’s not always grand.
But it’s real.
And that’s what makes it real.
Oĥĥĥĥhhhhhhh Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh
Baby
Oĥĥhhhhhhhhh
Ohhhhhhhhh
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