A Different Kind of Love

The word “love” brings so many expectations. But maybe this is because of how we’ve been conditioned to think. Why is my love not valid because it doesn’t work the same way as someone else’s? I’m a totally different being. A different soul. A different energy. A different life. So why wouldn’t my love be different? Why wouldn’t I be uncharted emotional territory? One love can’t be compared to another love. Of course you’ve never felt like this before; you’ve never loved anyone like me.

I just woke up not too long ago and I can barely see this computer screen straight, but I know my heart is in the right place. Love constantly weasels its way into the forefront of my mind. I talk about it so much because it’s such an important facet of life. Love for the self and love for others both keep me and billions of people occupied with its nuances and misgivings.

Love is a form of nourishment. What are the ingredients of your love? Is there wit in it? Is it peppered with honesty and faith? Is it made with appreciation and care? Do you let your love simmer slowly or do you set it on fire to bring out a new flavor?

How do you know when you love someone? Is there a particular moment that stands out in your mind? Or is it like spilling water on a kitchen counter and waiting for it to find it’s way over the edge?

What is your love like?

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