I don’t know anything about love, so I’m teaching myself, by loving myself.

Old patterns disintegrated.

Only room for the new.

The new “old”.

Some people were allowed to live a life cultivating love, supported. Others of us were stripped of it and gifted suffering instead. But many of us remain in love, in our hearts, despite the controlling violators efforts. It’s what we are.

You must decide you have it in you.

Or not.