17/07/2026
Love isn't what we think it is.
It's not high romance, princes and princesses, rom coms or fantasy.
Love has many forms.
I personally, would say it's all forms.
Every molecule and photon.
The glue of the universe.
It shows up in the tears you shed at your grief and loss.
At the guilt and shame still yet to be transformed. In the anger, frustration and rage, just as much as it comes with laughter, heart flutters and kisses on the forehead.
It gazes at you in wonder as you begin to face your pain.
It's. Right. There.
Always.
The pain, whatever colour it takes is just a compass bearing that points towards where the Love is.
The sheer fact that you can cry, scream or crumble is the sign of its presence.
The marker that says: This way.
So in the darkest of moments I hope you can see the light, just there, waiting for you to notice it.
I hope you will look at it in the same way it looks at you. And I hope it makes you weep until those tears are ones of joy, of the bittersweetness of life.
Know you are Love(d).