What is LOVE

:The Love We Cannot Hold

Love, we name it, but do we know it? We wrap it in vows, in desperate hands, bind it with promises too fragile to bear,

and call it forever—though we mean until.

I have tried to love like the wind, to touch without owning, to give without grasping, but love—our love—demands return. It withers if not fed, starves if not seen.

Would you love me if I vanished? If my heart spilled open, raw and unguarded, if I asked for nothing—would you still hold me close?

Or do we only love what reflects us back, what soothes the ache, what fills the void?Do we call it love when it's only a mirror, only the shape of what we hope to receive?

I want to love with no chains, no weight, no fear. To give, knowing it may not return. To love—not for how it makes me feel, but simply because you are.

But maybe we weren’t made for that. Maybe love, in this world, is stitched with conditions, fragile as breath, fleeting as dusk—beautiful, but never truly free.

And yet, somewhere beyond the veil, past the walls of flesh and time, there is a love unburdened, unafraid—a golden thread woven into the stars.

It does not tether, it does not beg. It sings in the silence between heartbeats, where souls recognize what bodies forget—that love was never meant to be held,

only felt, only known, only infinite.