What is love?

Eons ago, There is love and just love. As time passes by, the love fades. I just want to know that you are okay. That somewhere, in this vast world, you exist in happiness, in health, in peace. Even if the distance is infinite, even if the words remain unspoken, this one wish will never change. No matter the disappointments, no matter the betrayals, love, at its truest form, is nothing but the silent breaking of a heart that only wants the other to be well.

A goodbye with tears, a blessing whispered between choked breaths, the longing to hold someone close just once more—all of it forms the rawest expression of care. There is no demand, no expectation, only a quiet hope that life is kind to the one who once meant everything.

The voice on the other end trembles, asking, “Are you okay?” and suddenly, time folds in on itself. The years that have passed, the roads that have diverged, the realities that have changed—none of it matters in that moment. Because love doesn’t measure time, nor does it need explanations. It only sees that someone still cares, that someone still remembers. And perhaps that alone is enough.

There is a kind of love that does not ask to be held, does not seek to be acknowledged. It exists in prayers whispered in empty rooms, in unspoken words carried by the wind, in the quiet ache of knowing that someone is far away yet still deeply etched in the heart.

It is the love that watches from a distance, that smiles when they smile, that aches when they hurt. It is the love that does not fade even when the person does. It lingers in the spaces between moments, in the echoes of laughter long past, in the way a name still carries a weight heavier than the years that have gone by.

Maybe love is nothing more than a silent promise to always wish well. Maybe it is the pain of seeing someone drift away yet choosing to never let them go in thought. Maybe it is the unshaken belief that somewhere, somehow, they are happy.

And in the end, even when there is nothing left to say, the heart still murmurs the same wish, over and over again—

Be well. Be happy. Always.