And How Can We Lose Something That is Always There
Love, for me, is not possessing.
It’s a fluid entity that can flow everywhere, anywhere.
To multiple people and things simultaneously or separately.
Physical, virtual.
Absent, present.
Imagined, real.
It’s in us, predecessing.
Some so much so, it radiates.
It is so commonsense that we no longer realise it is ubiquitous.
