It had never perhaps occurred to me before just how it is I define the experience of love. Reflecting on the subject of late has caused me to arrive at a realization that is both disturbing in its implications about my past, and liberating with regard to my life as it is now.
“How did I know it was really love?”
And the answer that rose bidden but unexpected from within was:
“Because of how much it hurt.”
 How beautiful to realize, at this pass, that just because it doesn’t hurt does not mean it isn’t love.
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