Sometimes love isn't grand gestures or daily phone calls
Sometimes love is when my mother comes home from visiting family 7 hours away. Where I couldn't go. Because, because car ride are too much and I'm sick.
She comes home and tells me of my whole family crying about me when they were leaving. Wishing they could do something
Maybe love is when my cousin gifts me fabric and patterns because she knows I love sewing. Even if I can't right now.
Perhaps love is my aunt gifting me rolls of leather and upholstery fabric and 3 kilos of cherries for the same reason.
Love might be another cousin crying, wishing my mother to tell me she thinks about me every day but doesn't have the words.
These people, my blood, that never felt like family or close. That are so far away in the world and in life.
Perhaps life is in those small moments. And way more people care for you than you think. Even if you have no clue. And thought they'd abandoned you long ago.
Another good thing to come from this bummshit journey :)
People care, we are all just as awkward and lost for words. Give others the grace to be as awkward as you think yourself to be. They might surprise you