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Do Not Tell Me That It Is Unconditional
If it does not look like love, sound like love, or feel like love, then it is not love.
Love does not turn its back, it does not cross its arms to withhold affection, and it does not look upon others with a hardness around the eyes.
Love does not express itself at high volumes or in harsh tones, it does not say ugly things, and it is not ever silent.
Love does not feel dangerous or scary, it does not feel like something that must be earned, it does not feel like it could be lost or withheld at any moment, and it is not synonymous with pain.
It is not disappointed. It does not take offense. It does not reject or terrorize.
Love always meets you right where you are with whatever you bring to the table even if it is shocking to behold, it greets you with acceptance and open arms for the warmest embrace, and when it gazes upon you it is with softness and grace.
Love whispers and its voice is sweet, it is careful with its words, it always makes itself heard, and it never engages in silent treatment of any sort.
