Love is like water. When it pools, its stillness becomes a mirror where you can see your own face clearer than you ever have before. Or its quiet surface is transformed into a second sky, where night’s reflected stars seem so close they are almost within reach, and you can feel their heat against your cheek.
Yet, you must always be cautious. At times it’s destructive currents can kill, as it selfishly pulls you under, filing every cell with its very being, reclaiming the life that it had once sustained. It is this duality, its inconsistency and its ability to adapt, to fill any empty space with its ever-changing shape, that makes it so beautiful, and a gift that we cannot live without. This is its greatest gift and its greatest weapon.