【perhaps（love）】Love is a word that has been spoken countless times, written in poems, sung in songs, and whispered in the quiet moments of the heart. Yet, despite its ubiquity, it remains one of the most elusive and mysterious forces in human existence. Perhaps love is not something we find, but something we choose to believe in.

There are many kinds of love—romantic, familial, platonic, self-love. Each carries its own weight, its own challenges, and its own beauty. But perhaps the most profound kind is the one that doesn’t always make sense. It’s the kind that shows up when you least expect it, and stays even when logic says it shouldn’t.

We often think of love as a destination, a place we arrive at after a long journey. But what if it’s not a destination at all? What if it’s more like a path—one that twists and turns, sometimes leading us into darkness, other times into light? Perhaps love is not about perfection, but about connection. It’s about showing up, even when you’re not sure if you’ll be welcomed.

In a world that values efficiency, results, and certainty, love can feel like an anomaly. It doesn’t fit neatly into charts or equations. It doesn’t always follow the rules. And yet, it’s this very unpredictability that makes it so powerful. Perhaps love is the one thing that defies explanation, and that’s exactly why it matters.

So maybe the question isn’t “Do I love them?” or “Do they love me?” Maybe it’s simply, “Am I willing to stay with this feeling, even when it’s hard?”

Perhaps love is not something we control. It’s something we allow. And in that allowance, we find something greater than ourselves.