Love is not something we do, nor something that merely happens to us. It is not an accident, nor an event. It is not the consequence of beauty, chemistry, or fate. Love is not born—it is discovered.
It does not arrive. It has always been.
Love is the most ancient and unalterable truth of the cosmos. It exists beyond desire, beyond time, beyond even our own understanding of self. What we often call "falling in love" is not love itself—it is a trembling recognition of what has always surrounded us.
To love is not to reach outward, but inward—to touch the hidden pulse of existence through another. It is not a sensation but a sacred remembering.
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A true description of love.Nicely penned.