Love Wins

 Love wins.

I never expected to find love again, not like this, not at this age. I thought that kind of love belonged to youth: to the wild, reckless kind of believing that comes before heartbreak teaches you caution. But love, it seems, doesn’t care about time. It finds you when you’ve stopped searching, when your heart has softened from all the lessons, when you finally know yourself enough to be known by someone else.

Love at this age is different. It’s slower, deeper, more honest. There’s no pretending, no trying to impress. It’s two souls meeting in the quiet truth of who they are, scars, stories and all. It’s laughter that feels easy, silence that feels safe. It’s a hand reaching for yours, not to complete you, but to walk beside you.

There’s something romantic about being loved after life has carved its lines into you. When someone looks at you and sees not just beauty, but strength, wisdom, and the fire that’s still burning inside. Love at this age doesn’t demand or possess, it honors. It holds space for tenderness, for passion, for the miracle of still believing in connection.

And maybe that’s why love wins, because when it finally arrives, it’s not here to rescue you. It’s here to remind you that you were never lost.

~Shanti Freedom Das