Love is a sphere
by Adele Leung
Love always feel like a big sphere to me.
Imagine a very gentle and bouncy sphere, one that can only touch anyone or anything in a gentle, non-imposing way, never with sharp angles or force. Love can only also touch anything that it encounters in exactly the same way–always gently and lovingly, sometimes nudging us play-fully in all its spherical roundedness.
Love never feels jagged or sharp, it certainly does not feel linear. Therefore, whenever love is described to me as an end result or a completion, it never feels true. Instead, love is an unfolding of each and every moment. Love has no destination, it truly has no end–not in the way this is usually expressed in hope or a wish to believe, but simply, a sphere just has no beginning or end.
In the present world, love is definitely not thought of as spherical. Love is usually meant…
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