Mature love doesn't shout, it doesn't demand; it notices the details. It's the coffee already brewed before waking, the blanket adjusted during the night. It's the look that sees beyond words, and the touch that soothes without asking for anything. It cares in silence, because it has learned that presence is worth more than promises. And, deep down, it knows: love is being there even when the other hasn't asked for it yet.(◠‿◠)