I like that. The only thing is that it has to be a two way street. We all have insecurities and flaws but love is when both people accept those and keep loving, knowing what they have and choosing to see and to be the light. That's something I've thought a lot about. Love is strange.
Well put. Its so hard to do sometimes, and other times it seems like the only option is to love. Its hard to know the line of when loving yourself is more important than the struggle to love someone else. I like this. makes me think
Love is different for each person. It is a perception of self combined with the desire of another... And so the word love is more than just a word. It escapes us like frost on a sunny day. Like a myst, it rises high into the unknown blue sky...gone!
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I like that. The only thing is that it has to be a two way street. We all have insecurities and flaws but love is when both people accept those and keep loving, knowing what they have and choosing to see and to be the light. That's something I've thought a lot about. Love is strange.
Well put. Its so hard to do sometimes, and other times it seems like the only option is to love. Its hard to know the line of when loving yourself is more important than the struggle to love someone else. I like this. makes me think
Love is different for each person. It is a perception of self combined with the desire of another... And so the word love is more than just a word. It escapes us like frost on a sunny day. Like a myst, it rises high into the unknown blue sky...gone!
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