Love In The Margins

People who text you when they get home, even when you didn’t ask- because care is in the little things. The ones who say, “I saved you a seat” in crowded rooms and “Let me know when you’re home” after long nights, making the world feel a little less lonely. The people who send voice notes because they know words on a screen won’t do justice to the story. The ones who remember the way you take your coffee, your oddly specific childhood dreams, the song you once called your comfort track. Those who notice when your silence isn’t peace but exhaustion. People who give you space without making you ask for it and pull you back in when you start to drift. The ones who meet your chaos with warmth and your fears with patience. The ones who wait for you when you’re tying your shoelaces instead of walking ahead. Friends who squeeze your hand just before you step on stage, who instinctively share their charger without being asked. Those who know when to sit in silence with you, when to make you laugh until your stomach hurts, and when to remind you, gently but firmly- that you are worth more than what the world has made you believe. People who remember the stories behind your scars but never make them your identity. The ones who defend you in rooms you aren’t in, who never make fun of the things you love, who see beauty in your quirks rather than tolerating them. Friends who celebrate your tiniest victories like they’re milestones. The ones who will sit with you in your sadness without rushing to fix it, who listen to your late-night existential rambles without judgment. Anyone who makes the world softer just by being in it- those are the green flags worth holding onto💌