Love What You’re, Love What You’re Not

“If love was a person it’d be me.” A fundamental misunderstanding of what love is. It’s already you. The parts of you that’s pompous and nasty and prickly like a hedgehog: A protection from the lack of love that abused you. The parts of you that always wants the best from your friends and performs small gestures that let them know you care, that’s the reassuring nature of love popping its head in. It’s all love. It’s always been love.