Fellow Wayfarer

Love is not a feeling
you feel for an individual.

Love is when you love
without demand,
without expectations,
without necessarily giving it a label.

Love is when you believe
you can love them
in any form they are in.

And,

I am saying,
I love him.

Which means,

I love him in every part he is in.
I love him in every poetry he is in.
I love him in every label he is under,
in my life.

There is no, one reason
for loving him.

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But there is, one specific reason

he made me know who I am.

He revised me,
what he taught me then.

He revised me
how to love myself.

And I don’t see any need
to bind him under any label now.

He is my friend.

My best friend, he said.

Maybe, more beautifully,
he is a wayfarer
alongside me.

Traveling,
discovering,
becoming,
growing.

We have different roads and different destinations, but we choose to walk parallel to each other. Maybe our paths will cross, maybe they will run far apart, but for as long as they can, we keep walking together…