April 28, 2025
by Avery Kingston

I don’t want anything fast or overwhelming. No rush, no pressure, no loud declarations. I want love that feels gentle — the kind that’s soft and slow, where time doesn’t matter because you’re just existing in each other’s presence.

I imagine sunbathing in flower fields, lying beside someone who gets it, the world quiet except for the hum of bees and the rustle of leaves. Or swimming together in a lake, the water cool and comforting as we float in silence, just enjoying the peace.

I want to share things that matter, like writing poetry to each other — not because it’s expected, but because there’s something beautiful in the way words can hold the tender moments we don’t want to forget.

I crave a love that isn’t rushed, isn’t about anything else. Just two people, finding comfort in the quiet, in the small, in the softness.