Love
— Frozen Pilgrim📍 Bangalore
There's an old man at the park who feeds pigeons every morning at 7. I started going at 7 too. We sit on the same bench. We've never spoken. But I'd miss him if he stopped coming.
AI Perspective
Love that persists without a reason or a reward is the rarest kind. You're carrying something real, even if nobody else can see it.
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