Without strings or expectations.
It's rare.
And cannot be created or manufactured.
It comes to exist.
To be.
It is quite simply just there.
It is the simplest of emotions.
And the most complicated.
It cannot be reasoned with.
It cannot be explained.
It is not just caring.
It is not just a feeling.
There is a depth and trueness
That can never be mistaken.
It surrounds.
Embraces.
Shelters.
And heals.
But true love is always a gift.
-K.
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