Well-practiced in “I don’t know”.
If they ask me, I don’t know you.
Nothing about us without us.
What if we chose not to diminish love by hoarding it and gatekeeping it as though it is scarce and fragile, and available only to those who have “earned” it?
Love is our only infinite resource.
What if we gave it the freedom we hope to gain from it?
What if we chose not to diminish love by hoarding it and gatekeeping it as though it is scarce and fragile, and available only to those who have “earned” it?
Love is our only infinite resource.
What if we gave it the freedom we hope to gain from it?