" May Someone Love You Like Morning Loves The Earth "
I Hope Someone Looks at You the Way Morning Looks at the Earth There is something about the morning that has always fascinated me. It never arrives in a hurry. It never asks for applause. It does not knock on the door demanding to be noticed, nor does it compete with the noise that the world has grown so comfortable making. It simply comes—patiently, faithfully, quietly. One moment the sky is wrapped in darkness, and the next, a soft light begins to unfold across the horizon as if the day has decided to whisper instead of shout. Perhaps that is why I have always believed that love should resemble the morning. Not the kind of love that burns brightly for a moment before fading into memory, but the kind that returns every single day without needing a reason. The kind that finds you even after your longest nights. The kind that doesn’t arrive to change who you are but to remind you that you were never meant to stay in the dark forever. The earth never asks the morni...
