“Your love at first was a handful of breadcrumbs leading home.”
Love doesn’t always announce itself with fireworks. Sometimes it arrives quietly, scattered like breadcrumbs along an unfamiliar path—small gestures, fleeting glances, words that linger just a moment longer than necessary.
At first, you don’t always recognize it as love. You think it’s kindness, coincidence, or the universe being generous for once. But then you take the time to look back. You start to see the trail—each crumb a moment of care, a choice to stay, a hand extended when you needed it most.
Those breadcrumbs weren’t random. They were intentional, patient, leading you somewhere you didn’t know you needed to go. Leading you home—not to a place, but to a feeling. To safety. To someone who saw you stumbling in the dark and decided to light the way, or someone to stumble alongside
Perhaps love isn’t meant to sweep us off our feet, but rather guide us gently back to ourselves, one small offering at a time.
✨ What breadcrumbs has someone left for you—moments so small you almost missed them, but that changed everything?
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