Loving You
What is love?
Love is unique, memorable and always specific to the individual, almost like a human’s fingerprint. Love is complex and different for everyone. Your definition of this emotion and understanding of it may vary from person to person. So, how do you find your soulmate? Is being similar in mind a factor? Does having similar beliefs, thoughts, and values play a role? People go through life trying to understand themselves and trying to understand others. Everyone is extraordinary. So, how do these diverse people find “the one?” Is understanding one’s self an essential factor? Why does it seem like some people don’t let love in, and some people find love easily? Why does it seem like some people are just aimlessly searching? Searching...for that person who can love them in the way that they deserve, the way that they love others, the way they want to be loved, and the way they love themselves. The funny thing about love is that it starts with you and always has; love is powerful. Become fluent in your love language to easily articulate it to another willing to learn and become fluent like you. Love begins within, so love yourself and be secure with yourself.
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Andre The First
Beginning my writing journey and hoping to inspire others to follow their dreams!
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By Oneg In The Arctic6 days ago in Fiction
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This was honestly great
I love the way your prose has that wise and clever light bulb/ah ha moment at the very end! When I got to the end, I immediately reread your work to see it through the revelation you unveiled at the end. Poignant
Very inspirational! I liked how you helped the readers think to them selves to answer the questions that were in there.
This made me self evaluate. I liked this ❤️ Write another