Burning Beneath

Love has always eluded me. Where does it come from? Is it real, or just a deeply ingrained illusion—a programmed belief we’ve carried for generations? Every now and then, you hear about someone who has fallen in love, someone who claims to have found “the one.” Whether love fades with time or not is not the question I want to explore. What I truly want to understand is: What is love?

People describe it in different ways—your heart races, your soul feels at ease, a magnetic pull draws you toward someone in a way that defies logic. But is it just biology? Chemistry? Or is it something greater—something beyond our understanding?

Some believe that love is a choice. Others argue that it’s not—that it’s something beyond our control, something our soul selects long before we even realize it. I lean toward the latter. I don’t believe love happens out of desperation or lack of options. I believe that when true love appears, it does so because something within us knows. It recognizes the energy of another in a way that transcends explanation.

And then there are the dreams.

For the past two nights, I have dreamed of a person I do not know. I can see their face, their features, and yet they are a stranger. But what’s more fascinating is the feeling—the overwhelming tenderness, the depth of emotion, the certainty that this connection means something. It wasn’t just me loving them; it was mutual, a rare and beautiful exchange that left me wondering: Was this just a dream, or was it something more?

Could love exist before two people meet? Could the soul reach across time and space to whisper, I am coming. Wait for me.

I don’t know what love is. I don’t know if it’s science, fate, or something in between. But I know one thing for sure—I don’t want to miss out on it.