At least it would be, if love were a color.
I recently heard a succinct descriptor of love that summed up for me what has always felt like a more complex view that I’m sure I share with others. I consider love, its most healthy version at least, to be more of a choice — serene and lucid at its core. It is not proud, it is not boastful.
I believe that love should feel like a safe space and is at its most pure when…
