My definition of love …

I was once asked to define love, and in that moment, I found myself unraveling the essence of our being. I spoke of love as an intrinsic part of our very souls, a force that courses through our veins, guiding us on a journey to shed our fears and rediscover the truth of who we are. As humans, we are but travelers on this path, seeking to reunite with the love that resides within us, waiting to be embraced.

Since the day I confessed my burgeoning affection, I've pondered the nature of love, and in my contemplation, I've come to realize that I've experienced this profound emotion before. Long ago, I began to fall in love with life itself, with the sheer act of being alive. I recall the moments spent driving, the music weaving through my thoughts, or the tranquil beauty of a sunrise while camping, and even the gentle lullaby of rain as I drifted into slumber. In those instances, I felt a profound connection with my soul, as each breath seemed to rekindle the flame of existence within me. It was as if my soul had finally found its home within my body, and my body had at last embraced the essence of my soul.

It dawns on me now that I have fallen in love countless times. Each moment, unique and irreplaceable, has led me back to the core of my being. In these instances, I have experienced the sweet reunion of self and soul, and it is here that I understand why they say being in love feels like coming home. Love, in its myriad forms, has led me back to the sanctuary of my own essence, and in those moments, I've found the comfort and familiarity of a place I've always belonged.

Copyright ? Beatriz Esmer