love. you may not believe in it, love may have been exiled and abolished, but it’s there, waiting to be asked to dance again. you can’t give what you don’t have nor can you catch what you don’t see, but love is a hopeful dream with eyes wide open. i thought love didn’t exist, that it had died, but it rested patiently, dormant and quiet, for me to bring it back to life. and that has to be true for you, too. you have to revive it for yourself. try looking at love differently, redefine it. perhaps love can be anything you want it to mean. notes from a gentle man. a journal. a space for you to critically think about the relationship with yourself and others. after each passage there are reflective questions. respond with your soul.