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𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧.

Love is not a virtue one acquires, it is a wound one consents to nurture. It quietly dismantles the self you spent years constructing and replaces it with longing that refuses logic and awareness that offers no mercy. In loving, a person is not elevated, they are stripped. Desire begins to overrule conscience, pride learns the language of compromise, and the soul realizes how willingly it will abandon its own principles just to feel chosen. Love does not arrive with comfort or clarity, it arrives with unrest, obsession, and an almost cruel honesty. It does not protect you from suffering, it deepens it. And still, humans walk into it knowingly, because a painful truth feels more bearable than a meaningless safety.