—
not from weakness,
but from the strength
of loving without regrets.
I love despite the ache,
in spite of the fear.
I give even when it hurts,
because love is always worth the risk.
No one can promise
it will be returned.
No one can guarantee
you won’t be left empty.
But I choose to love anyway.
Not for the assurance,
but for the truth
that love,
when real,
is its own kind of freedom.
And maybe it doesn't come back.
Maybe it fades,
maybe it changes,
maybe it leaves.
Still
—
I love.
Because that’s who I am.
I am LOVE.
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