Love is not a slogan.
It is the quiet conversation
I return to, again and again,

with the one I love.

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Love is not invisible.
It is an identity
a presence
that can be seen,
that can be read.

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Love is not unconditional.
It asks for care,
for attention,
for the fragile conditions
that allow it to live.

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Love lives within me,
yet it also exceeds me.

It begins inside,
but reaches beyond my skin.

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Love comes from the other,
and in the same movement
returns toward the other.