What if love is just a game of hide and seek with the universe? What if every person I’ve ever loved was just the stars trying on new faces, asking me, “Do you recognize me yet?” - Whitni Miller
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I think about this often, about the way certain people feel like home even when I’ve just met them. The way some connections slip into place so effortlessly, like they’ve always been there, waiting for me to notice. The way others feel like unfinished sentences, as if they belong to a story I started long ago but never finished.
Maybe love isn’t about finding something new. Maybe it’s about remembering something ancient. Maybe it’s the universe showing up again and again, changing form, changing voices, but never really leaving. Maybe it’s been here all along, just waiting for me to see through the illusion of time and flesh and recognize it for what it is.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s why certain hands feel familiar, why some kisses feel like déjà vu. Why I can meet someone for the first time and already know the sound of their laughter before they even laugh. Why some goodbyes ache like old wounds, like I’ve lost them before and am losing them again.
I like to think the universe is playful, that it enjoys the chase as much as I do. That it watches me fall in love over and over, slipping into different disguises, just to see if I’ll finally recognize it beneath the mask. Maybe that’s why I keep finding traces of the same energy in different people. The same soul, the same lesson, the same echo of something I still don’t fully understand.
Maybe love isn’t something we need to chase at all. Maybe it’s not something that comes and goes, not something we win or lose. Maybe it’s been here the whole time, hiding in plain sight, waiting for us to stop searching and start seeing.
And maybe, just maybe, one day I will.
🫰🥰🫖 JRT
🎨 Art Credit: Raven Shaolin Bluefeather
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Oh, this feels like a quiet exhale, like the universe gently nudging me to pay attention. It’s not about finding love—it’s about remembering it, recognizing it in the small, familiar ways it shows up. The hands, the laughter, the echoes of something ancient. It’s not romantic, not in the way people usually mean. It’s deeper than that. It’s the kind of knowing that sits in your bones, the kind that makes you smile softly because you realize you’ve been part of this dance all along. Maybe love isn’t something to chase—it’s just something to see, to hold lightly, to let unfold. And maybe, one day, I’ll stop searching long enough to notice it’s been here the whole time. 🌌✨