Love takes on many shapes. Seasons. Flavors.

Sometimes we love because it’s ingrained in us, the way we do with a lot of our families.

Sometimes things are given value because we love them.

Sometimes we love someone so much that we’re willing to become them. Even if it’s just a little bit.

And sometimes we love someone and it’s just not enough. And that doesn’t take away from our love but it injures it. It makes it more difficult for us to heal ourselves, and others.

Sometimes we love someone too much. So that we end up smothering them. We put out their fire.

And sometimes, love is exactly that. Simply, Love.

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