Love is not just a person or an emotion; it’s home.
Love is where anger is true but doesn’t smash a thing for anger knows it’s listened to without the screams.
Love is where trauma shows her depth because she wants to heal and experience life without giving power to an outsider.
Love is where romance doesn’t feel pressured to outperform the hashtags and show it’s better qualified for the gig.
Love is where truth isn’t acid dripping all over us in the name of purification yet not ice cream to save us from bitterness.
Love is where vulnerability is king ruling over our egotistical tendencies and compressing us to submit one to another.
Love is where passion needs no rein in order to appear conservative and pure.
Love is where decision is queen mother that must be adhered to regardless of the intense feelings that may leave as swiftly as they arrived.
Love is where we walk away from toxicity that masks itself as friendship or romance knowing he is not our kinsman and must not be given space in our lives.
Love is not just a person or feeling, Love is also a place.
By Liza Chuma Akunyili on .
Exported from Medium on February 2, 2026.