💫 What Love Really Is

I used to believe love was about keeping people close—so close that I didn’t lose them. I thought love meant control, sacrifice, and constant performance. If I could just hold tight enough, be good enough, do everything right… maybe then I’d be safe. Maybe then I’d be loved.

But here’s what I’ve learned through heartbreak, loss, and the kind of healing that strips you down to the bones: love isn’t about control at all.

Love doesn’t demand you shrink, contort, or prove your worth.

Love is the opposite.

✨ Love is freedom.

🌿 Freedom to breathe.

🌿 Freedom to be fully yourself.

🌿 Freedom to say no, and freedom to say yes.

🌿 Freedom to expand without fear of punishment.

🌿 Freedom to bring your whole self into the room, without apology.

🌿 Freedom to change your mind and still belong.

🌿 Freedom to grow without losing connection.

When I look back, I see how much of what was called “love” was really fear in disguise.

😔 Fear of rejection.

😔 Fear of hell.

😔 Fear of abandonment.

😔 Fear that if I showed my real self, I’d be left behind.

That wasn’t love—that was survival. And survival might keep you breathing, but it never lets you live.

💜 Real love, the kind I know now, is spacious.

It holds without gripping.

It honors boundaries instead of bulldozing them.

It listens instead of lecturing.

It allows silence without demanding explanation.

And it whispers: “You are safe here. You don’t have to perform. You don’t have to earn me.”

🚫 Love is not ownership.

🚫 Love is not silence or submission.

🚫 Love is not a contract where one person wins and the other loses.

✨ Love is freedom—and freedom is sacred. ✨

Because when love is sacred, it doesn’t collapse into fear when someone grows

—it applauds the growth.

It doesn’t say, “Stay small so I feel secure.”

It says, “Spread your wings—I’ll be here, cheering you on.”

Control may look steady on the outside, but it trembles underneath.

It panics when it senses change.

It clings. It restricts.

It says, “Prove you won’t leave me.”

But love? Real love?

🌹It is steady at its core.

It trusts the bond.

It celebrates the becoming.

That’s the difference I know now: control is fueled by fear, but love is fueled by trust.

And trust will always set us free.

When we stop confusing love with control, we begin to taste something holy.

We begin to see each other not as possessions, but as miracles.

And miracles can never be owned; they can only be cherished. 🌈

✨ Reflection Questions

• Where in my life have I confused control with love?

• What does it feel like in my body when love is truly free?

• How might I give (and receive) love differently if freedom was the foundation?

• What miracles in my life am I trying to grip, instead of cherish?

🌿 Truth Statements

• I release the illusion that control equals safety.

• I choose love that expands, not love that confines.

• I am worthy of a love that celebrates my freedom.

• Love is trust, not fear.

• Love is sacred, and so am I.

With love that expands, not confines—

Yours in freedom,

Kami 🌿💫

Yours, Mine & Ours — Where Love Has No Labels and Life Has No Limits