“Love”, to me is not hard work. It is where I have done the inner work of disengaging with the ego, and from that void bubbles up the joy of love. Without ego, I find love has no conditions, no limitations and no form. Beyond the stage of romance, love and trust become one, and not before then. Real love is sown together with trust in a way that you can’t tell them apart. And real trust is “that” without jealousy. Even when you’re angry with each other, you don’t loose that sense of being in love. This love has gifted to me the clarity of balance between time together and time apart, as well as the gift of honesty. No locks, no bars, and no holes for miss communications.
Blessings…

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