I don’t want fireworks.
I want cozy love.

“Passion is overrated,” a friend told me once. "Most of a relationship is boring shit anyway."

Laundry. Errands. Takeout on the couch, watching the same show for the fifth night in a row.

“If you can find someone you don’t mind doing the boring shit with — that’s the jackpot. For me, at least.”

Someone you can talk to about your day, and actually want to hear about theirs.
Where conversation flows.
Where silence feels easy.
Where ordinary is enough.

Even if it's not sexy. Cozy love is what lasts.