Love likes to hide under the small gestures of strangers, among a shoulder left in a random encounter and ears that listen. Love is so humble and shy that evades big parties surrounded by expensive gifts wrapped by expectations. Sometimes feels like mom’s hug, accompanied by words of encouragement and acceptance. Other times is messy and loud, like a bad hair day in the middle of a thunderstorm. It gets confusing when mind and heart start an argument based in what is more convenient. Love waits patiently in a corner praying to be accepted by courage. Fear has being winning many inner battles by its terrifying fatalistic fantasies. Love can’t be explained, it has to be felt. It’s a mix of I’m a better person because I love , life has more meaning since I love , your happiness makes me happy and what I can do for you.

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