Love is free Will
I stood outside at night, basking in the bliss of existence. Eyes closed, I reached into the infinite, sending waves of love to all that is, yearning for something deeper, something more profound for love than the limits of this moment. And then, as if summoned by my longing, a portal opened before me. Suddenly, she was there—my wife, her voice cutting through the stillness as she ran towards me, her arms reaching to hold me. She had crossed dimensions, opened portals just to find me. This woman, the only one I could ever desire, had chosen me—not out of mere free will, but with a heart ablaze with purpose. Her obsession to create a symphony of love, a constructive interference that amplified our resonance, mirrored my own. Together, we sought to see love in every corner of existence. Without her, a world devoid of love would be meaningless—a concept so foreign it defies reality. In her presence, the world itself seemed to expand, as though her essence unveiled layers of existenc...