When people talk about love, they often describe it in grand gestures: fireworks, butterflies, passion that sweeps you off your feet. And while that can be beautiful, it’s not the whole story. Love, at its deepest level, is not always about intensity. After searching for an answer for what feels like forever, I’ve finally understood what love is: love is comfort.

Love is being with someone who makes you feel at home even when you’re miles away from the place you call home. It’s in the ease of silence, where no words need to be spoken, yet you feel completely understood. Love is the sigh of relief you didn’t realize you were holding in until that person walked into the room.

It’s not about performing or pretending. It’s about being your most unfiltered self, messy hair, unpolished thoughts, laughter that makes no sense, and knowing you’re still cherished. With love, you don’t have to try so hard. You can breathe. You can rest.

Love is the comfort of knowing you’re safe with someone, safe to share your dreams, your scars, your fears. It’s the warmth of acceptance, the reassurance that even on your worst days, you are still seen and still valued.

True love doesn’t live in constant fireworks. It lives in the steady glow of comfort. The kind of comfort that stays. The kind that holds you steady when life feels heavy. The kind that whispers, “You’re not alone.”

Love is spending an afternoon together doing nothing, just holding each other, talking, or maybe not even talking. Love is when you fall asleep in someone’s arms without meaning to, simply because it feels so comfortable, and they don’t mind. Love is brushing feet under the table while working on laptops, just to say, I’m thinking of you, even in the middle of endless meetings. Love is seeing the other person at their worst and not wanting to leave, but wanting to hold them closer. Love is when their nagging or criticism doesn’t bother you, because deep down you know it comes from care.

So maybe love isn’t just about passion or intensity. Maybe it’s about the quiet spaces where comfort lives. Because at the end of the day, love is not just who excites you – for me, it’s who makes you feel at peace. Love isn’t someone who showers you with expensive gifts. It’s someone who buys you a piece of street jewellery simply because it reminded them of you.