Most people try to harness their love and put it into a box so that they can give it to one specific person.
But love is not something that is put into a box. Nor is it something that’s given to only one specific person.
In fact, I would argue that a person who manipulates their expression of love from one person to the next, isn’t actually expressing love—they’re playing a game.
Like when the person you’re out to dinner with acts like the living embodiment of love to you, but then acts like the opposite to the waiter.
Hardly love if you ask me.
Love is something that overflows from the top of any of your boxes and touches all those with whom you connect with.
Love is patient; love is kind; and love radiates synonymously from one person to the next.
Love is not impatient; love is not rude; and love is not something that points only to certain people.
Which begs the question: what about intimate love?
When somebody else’s love touches you in a way that increases your expression of love (and so does yours for them) then you both may decide to intimately explore the merging of love.
And the difference becomes not the type of love you express (it’s still the same that you’d express to others), but the amount you can express when it has synergistically merged.
Which is why, when “true love” is found, you can’t help but overflow because the result is greater than the sum of the individual love—more than you could ever fit within some box.