I once wondered if I truly loved you. For so long, my love had no distinct form— a mist without shape. Then I learned to follow my breath, inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale. I watched my mind, its flickering nature, dancing like fireflies. With time, love transformed— a larva breaking free, unfolding into a butterfly that soared with kindness, compassion, and light. So, my dear, stay if you will, I will welcome you. Go if you must, I will not grieve. I have let go without letting love fade. For true love, I have found, blooms like a waterlily under the moon’s quiet glow, rooted deep within me. Take it, hold it, breathe in its scent. It costs nothing, yet no one can buy it. All you must do is cherish it— until it withers away.