It's not about what or who I love...
It's not about me.
It's about everyone else.
It's about the old guy at the shops struggling with his groceries as he tries and walks home.
It's about the little girls poking me in the back for an hour and half as they keep asking me questions at work.
It's about my parent's impatience towards silly technological devices.
It's about the people who always get ignored/ outcasted because their opinionated/ awkward/... weird.
It's about the guy who gives me suggestive provocative looks as if I don't have any value.
It's about the people who have said/done a thousand things that hurt/offend/ disappoint.
It's about Surrender. Reckless Abandonment. Willingness.
That's the true love I'm seeking.
