The expression of love is not how well we can recite the dictionary. It is by our facial expression. Our heart. Our sincerity. Our truth. To say we want to burn another. To say we would step over a hand reaching up. To say we would prefer kudos from a best friend rather than critique from a stranger. It is not love. It is prison. And only you can break free from that. But you never will. Because you are a coward stuck in comfort. So be it. Good luck in your ivory tower. TBH©