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  Love is the answer to everything To all your unspoken questions Hate is easy People make enough mistakes every second for you to hate But to love and be loved is the hardest part Love needs patience, strength and resilience It asks us to forgive when it's easier to walk away To stay hopeful when disappointment feels certain To keep our hearts open after they've been broken Love is not always loud Sometimes it whispers through the people who stay Through the hands that help us up And the words we didn't know we needed to hear Love is anything but perfect It stumbles and falls like we do Yet it keeps trying Again and again Love is the answer that keeps us floating Love surrounds us in many different shapes and forms In the friend who listens without judgment In the parent who worries In the child who trusts In the stranger who shows kindness When they owe us nothing at all Love nurtures us and helps us grow To be loved is to be seen, heard and felt In the parts of ourselves...

 If you knew how old is this or even how many times I’ve deleted this then rewrote it over and over again, then edited it and asked AI about it, then questioned myself a hundred times or so, you’d laugh.                                  ************** So here she was again. One o'clock in the morning, wide awake and wandering through a memory she had visited more times than she could count. Time had carried away so much, yet somehow it had never managed to take that moment with it. A question lingered there, untouched by the years. "Why not me?" Nine years had passed, and those three words still found their way back to her in the quiet hours. For a long time, she thought it was the question itself that haunted her. But it wasn't. It was the answer she had given. She remembered it clearly—the careful, convenient explanation she had offered in place of the truth. An answer polished enough to be belie...