I remember a time
When love wasn’t sold.
Wasn’t lost in dating apps
or buried beneath trauma.
I remember a time
When love was not caged.
Not bought, not bargained,
not broken into contracts
or hidden in performance.
It wasn’t transactional or strategic
Something to perform, negotiate, or prove.
Love was the language of life itself.
It was a feeling, not a formula.
It was a presence, not a product.
And it was free.
It moved through symbols,
not scripts.
Through silence,
not algorithms.
Through eyes,
not checklists.
That’s why the ordinary never worked for me.
That’s why “normal” relationships
made me feel more alone.
Because my soul’s love
was never meant to fit inside a system
that forgot how to feel.
My deepest heartbreak
was trying to shrink my love
to fit a world that didn’t know how to hold it.
But now?
Now I remember.
I remember the kind of love
that doesn’t disappear when things get hard.
The kind that stays,
even when you’re messy, tired, uncertain, or quiet.
The kind of love
that doesn’t ask you to shrink,
or “fix” yourself,
to prove your worth,
or pretend you're fine.
Just love…
that heals you by being there.
No pressure. No performance.
I’m not here to audition for love anymore.
I’m here to feel it.
To live it.
To let it move through me
Real, raw, and unfiltered.
I won’t forget again.
Not this time.
I remember the Love that used to move through Earth...
Soft, sacred,
and real.
#poem
