To healthy souls, real love is a harbor;
to some, it feels like danger.
Love is never convenient,
for it asks for growth.
It lifts people upward
and calls forth the best within them.
It disarms you
and lowers your shields of defense,
for love itself defends you from the world.
It offers safety—
emotional, moral, and deeply human.
Love is the witnessing of one another
both in ruin and in rise—
to be fully seen
and fully recognized.
But be it a healthy soul or a wounded one,
real love does not wait at the gates—
it reaches through and beyond walls.
It sees our vulnerability
and holds it with care.
And perhaps that is the most priceless gift
we can ever receive
and be received within.
And so,
a strong man seeks a partner,
while a weak man settles for function.
Because one knows how to hold love;
the other destroys it against his own will,
from the fear of being destroyed by it.
So while one flourishes within love,
the other remains haunted
by what was lost,
clinging to it
as a benchmark—
unmatched,
unrepeated.