I’ve been thinking about how some of the kindest people I know learned to be gentle because they were never treated with gentleness themselves. It’s like how a garden that’s been neglected learns to grow in the cracks of a concrete wall, just searching for any bit of sunlight. It makes me want to be extra soft, extra patient. To be that sunlight for someone. I think the strongest kind of love is the one that doesn’t just shine on its own, but that actively chases away the shadows for someone else. It’s a quiet promise. To always be the warm place to land.