Only a love that has stretched across the threshold of shadows will see the light of eternity. Test someone’s roots, don’t be fooled by ephemeral fruits. Someone’s substance is deeper than what we become attached to. A person isn’t a tracing paper for our ego, an extension of our worth, an oxymoronic self-centered pawn in the game of self-hate. Love is never not a risk. It’s a timeless symbol of everything that threatens the ego.