Being loved costs you nothing.

I use the word often

And you squirm as if it threatens to take something from you.

The reality is that it gives you something,

Something you forsook for the sake of an image or impression.


I love you enough to let you be free to be wholly you.

Let loose your crazy ideas,

Which really aren’t crazy when you see them for what they are,

Statements of love,

Or at least the desire to do so.

So as I love you,

You become free to do the same.

Lady, love…

Because you are loved.

John R.A. Harper

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