I don’t believe in true love—just love. Axiomatically, it is true: love is not a fleeting feeling but a state of being—a quiet, resilient force that transcends passion or comfort. It begins where the self ends, seeing another not as an extension of yourself but as their own infinite universe. Love is a choice: to stay when storms arise, to hold space for pain, to forgive when resentment tempts. It is a series of small, unglamorous decisions that weave two lives into one. It does not idealize or demand perfection but embraces flaws, knowing authenticity resides in imperfection. Love is freedom, not possession. It whispers, “Be fully yourself,” and means it, nurturing trust and connection in the space it gives. It is a paradox—gentle yet fierce, selfless yet enriching, demanding sacrifice that feels like a gift. Love mirrors both the beloved and yourself, challenging you to grow and heal. It transforms, not by changing who you are, but by revealing your truest self. In its essence, love is the soul’s recognition of another as home, imperfect yet infinite, the closest we come to touching the eternal.

@Sharon Strang if you click on the classroom icon in the menu across the top of the screen you will find it in there. I have 3 more stories done I just have to upload them!