Is love truly love, if it is not Velcroed to sacrifice?
Is love truly love, if it doesn't ripple out on the lake of existence?
Is love truly love, if it keeps long records of previous offenses?
Is love truly love, if it is spoken, with a smile, but then there are puppet strings of gossip attached behind your back?
Is love truly love, if you are two passing ships in the night of lonely obligation?
Is love truly love, if you determine that you are just a battery of opportunity for a fleeting season?
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Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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This really made me pause and think, the questions you ask cut right to the heart of what love should be. It’s so honest and raw, and I appreciate how it challenges us to reflect on what love really means. Thank you for sharing something so real and important 💙
Oof this one cuts deep! If love is a question, then perhaps the truest kind isn't in the asking or even the answering... but in what we do between the lines.
Well NO Nice Jon and remember - NO🤣❤️
This is great....❤️
This is great, and honestly dwells into reflecting about any relationship like friendships or family. Just the types of thoughts in your mind about if they truly love/care about you. So I like it!