Just a random thought

A random thought. A question came to me without reason, without a moment asking for it. Who would you love more? Your parents or your partner? I sat with it. The more I thought, the less I wanted an answer that made someone lose. Love shouldn't need a winner. If I'm lucky enough to have parents who stayed, who believed in me, who carried me through the years I don't even remember, why would I measure that? Maybe someone walks beside me long enough, I'll say, I'll love you the way I was loved. Not to escape the question, but because the greatest gift I’ve received isn't something I want to compare. It's something I'd want to continue. Maybe that’s all love is, not proving who matters more. Just making sure the love that reached me doesn't end with me.