by Lara Jahzeel I. Onato
True love isn’t found. It’s recognized.
Love is not a destination reached after searching, nor a prize earned through effort. It is a quiet certainty that arrives without announcement, a recognition that feels older than memory.
No matter how many times the world reshapes us, no matter how many lifetimes pass, the heart knows what it knows.
And when it sees that familiar soul again, it understands: this has always been love, and it will always be you.
Indeed, love is not something we search for. It’s someone we recognize, again and again, across existence itself.