Sentiment

The heart, a muscle that pumps blood and circulates it for us. Love comes from here? Does it run in the blood, from my aortic pump down through my arteries to my other organs? That's a journey that happens as I write this, and I'm not controlling it one bit. I like that. I don't circulate my blood, so I don't love either. It is choiceless, autonomous. Those three words then, the ones that are commonly spoken of as special, are a bridge. Uttering them means crossing the gap. But before uttering them, the bridge must already be there, traversed, for love knows no bounds. If love is, it is, and bringing it through the filter of words will not transform it. However, we may realise its presence once we utter them.