It is rightly hard to put into words.
It can be raw, deep, and fleeting, all at the same time.
It can bring comfort, joy, security, and a sense of quiet peace to your life.
It doesn’t matter where it comes from, and I’ve found it best not to question it too strongly.
And no, I can’t explain it to you, not properly.
And as cliched as it is, once you’ve found it you’ll know and you’ll realise how much it means to you.
Once you have it, you’ll find the world changing around you in the best of ways.
There are many forms of love, mostly when we think of love we think of partners and the emotional connection they share, or perhaps the love of a caring family is the first thought in your mind, or yet still the trusted love of kinship with your closest friends.
A few years ago I made a point of telling all the people in my life that I truly care about, that I love them. It sounds easy but it really isn’t, which is awful to realise, awful to hit that moment and find yourself a little bit tongue tied and unsure if you should say it and what will the other person think and so you stutter and fumble your way throughout.
But like most things, with practice it gets a lot easier.
And that’s the thing, the more you say it, the easier it gets, and the more you put it out there, the more you get back. It’s a wonderful circle, and given how much hatred we see on TV these days, all over the news, in the media, on social media, I think we all need to put out MORE love to try and get things back in balance.
And you, dear reader, in my own way I love you too, I love you for taking the time to visit this little corner of the internet and reading these words.