there is only one kind of love. it has no buts, no ifs, no maybes. it is complete, unconditional. no image is created in mind, and thus no expectations. it has no place for comparing, no need for it. it does not know what’s perfect, so even the imperfect is beautiful. total acceptance. complete oneness.

when all perceptions, theories, images, expectations, memories, evidences, facts, dreams, identities...

...are gone, what’s left is love.

it is natural. it is there in each of us.