On a day when we make up all sorts of stories about what love is...
What if love isn't what we think it is?
What if love requires absolutely nothing... no person, no circumstance,
no behaviour, no thing to do or be or feel?
What if love is the essence of everything, and appears to only show itself in moments of laughter, and kindness, and cooperation, and affection, but is just as present in moments of loss, and
despair, and judgment, and loneliness?