Maybe we would do better if we imagined love as limping. Love is a little beat up. Something or somebody is always trying to knock it back or shove it slightly off kilter.
Love is ever a work in progress. Supporting structures come and go. Some are temporary. And while love can be fearless, it can also be overly sensitive and frail, and sometimes unrecognizable.
As a thought experiment, imagine how often you’ve passed by love without knowing.
—Mitchell
Hegman
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