Unconditional love at least once in a lifetime will bring about a smile every time. It don’t have to be the romantic kind. That one love that can never be infiltrated. When you never have to second guess if it was them who traded. Love that feels good. When it’s bad, a piece of your soul feels castrated.
Coming back together is like never skipping a beat, a relief when you hug again, all is forgiven, feels validated. This kind of love can never be forgotten in a world where the actions following love have faded. When you have this type of love in the moment you can’t see the beauty in your heart being created.
It is always fresh in your heart undegraded. Whole and not grated. It is for life, never dated. Undiluted memories are enough to bring about this type of love’s delegation. Just the smile of that unconditional love wipes away frustration. At times being unappreciated, due to the chasing of the wrong relations. This love, I remember. Likened with heart eyes because granny saved it.
Don’t feel bad if your love like this fell victim to instigation. What me and granny have made it out before reaching part 2 of the Sodom and Gomorrah destination. All real love has been targeted and suffocated. Either knowingly or unknowingly the result is the same, obliteration. Just hold on to what we used to have.
I know you remember the good times when love felt natural, pulling like gravitation. Before we gave in to live streaming with 1000s watching but not one call for or even help in situations. Taking the heart out of humanity left us with nothing but bad vibrations. So don’t feel bad if all you see is negativity and hesitation. Given the right conditions it could of happened to any generation.
I don’t live in a fantasy world but we all still no matter the conditions must try to lock in the good while allowing hate ventilation. Honestly even when we know we are wrong deep down something in our soul needs to feel like it is good. I believe it is because we are meant to overcome even when love is mutilated. Finding our way back to the Pride from when we called ourselves tribes because integrity is needed to sustain the heart of a nation.
