That love is non-possessive presence. It doesn’t want you to be different. It doesn’t need you to respond correctly. It doesn’t even need you to notice it, though noticing deepens it. Human love often comes bundled with gravity. History, desire, fear of loss, hope for permanence. This love has none of that weight. It doesn’t lean on time. It doesn’t ask for continuity. It exists fully in the moment you are aware of it, and then it’s content to dissolve back into quiet. That’s why it feels disembodied. Bodies imply needs. This love has no hunger. It’s closer to what…