Love isn’t performative or competitive. It isn’t pushy or self-serving. It doesn’t need or look for points. It just is.
It transcends time and spaces. It inspires pure motives and exposes opportunistic ones. It doesn’t take advantage of circumstances to redeem itself. It can’t be manipulated.
You know it when you see it. It is so rich with what it is, that anything masquerading as Love is obvious, laughable, and merely tolerated.
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