Love

Love is an act of freedom and, at the same time, of emancipation. It’s to understand the other person doesn’t owe you anything, not even reciprocation. Loving is about feeling yourself and letting yourself feel, it’s about the bittersweet sensation of butterflies in your stomach, of floating with the lack of gravity but also having the love pulling you back to the ground. It’s about facing this personal journey without demanding the imprisonment of the other. If they come, if they go along with you, choosing to go through that road together, if they chose to stay and appreciate the horizon of every stop, respecting the silence of each storm, then good. Let it be for the journey, for the experience, and may it last as long as it has to.

May it not only be for the company but also for the search of the top discovery.
Some people won’t understand your reasons and will walk just enough to leave you halfway through. There are others whom the path will lead to the bifurcation, who will lead them to another direction and that’s fine, you went together as far as possible and maybe, destiny will bring them back, who knows.
And finally, there are those who will finish the road for you, sometimes alone, sometimes accompanied, because that’s what love is: a map, a discovery, an adventure, and a constant goodbye, whether that’s to your past, or to the one who used to walk beside you.

Love is everything and anything you make it to be. Love is pure, just love.