Love.
Ink on paper.
Love is something that lives within us.
It exists in what we see and in what remains invisible. Sometimes we recognize it everywhere - in people, in small gestures, in nature, in silence. Sometimes we cannot see it at all.
Perhaps love itself does not disappear. What changes is our inner state and our ability to recognize it.
What we see outside is often a reflection of what is happening within us.
Love is always there. The question is whether we are able to see it.