I've been thinking about love recently, and how everyone feels loved in different ways. Some enjoy receiving tokens of affection like gifts, while others crave a Not applicable bond like hugs, or maybe someone feels most valued when you spend time with them working together on a project.

Sometimes I've felt frustrated when my friends or family don't understand how I interpret love, but maybe I would do better to just appreciate their love for what it is -- imperfect though it may seem -- because any expression of love will be imperfect given the limitations of language and understanding. But it doesn't make love any less still real.⁠