It sounds like the title of a 90s romance novel or a lyric you’d scribble in a diary you hide under your mattress. It is vulnerable. It is excessive. And in a world that worships cynicism and ironic detachment, it is the most rebellious promise you can make.
Deep love is what remains when the butterflies die of old age. It is not the frantic pulse of infatuation, but the steady rhythm of a heart that has decided to stay. Deeply is changing a bandage after a surgery. It is listening to the same story for the tenth time because they need to tell it. It is sitting in silence that isn't awkward, but sacred. truly. madly. deeply
Loving madly is driving forty minutes just to bring them their favorite coffee. It is staying up until 2 AM arguing about whether a hot dog is a sandwich. It is the irrational surge of pride when they accomplish something small, and the disproportionate grief when they stub their toe. It sounds like the title of a 90s