An Illusion? #DiversitySaturday

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Love rarely announces itself with clarity. It doesn’t arrive as a solved equation or a proven theorem. It begins, more often than not, as a gentle distortion—a soft bending of reality that makes the world feel slightly warmer, slightly closer, slightly unreal. And that unreality is not a flaw. It is the threshold.

At the beginning, love is projection. We see ourselves reflected in another, and we see the other through a light that does not yet belong to them alone. We mistake resonance for certainty, hope for truth, desire for destiny. Reality is filtered, blurred, idealized. Yet this altered perception is not a lie; it is a necessary phase. It is how the mind and the heart prepare themselves for connection. Like adjusting to a new gravity, we wobble before we learn how to stand.

This is why love often feels like an illusion before it becomes something solid. Not because it is false, but because it is unfinished. The illusion is the scaffolding. It allows us to approach without fear, to open ourselves before we fully understand the cost. It softens the edges of the unknown, inviting us forward rather than warning us away.

Over time, if love is mutual and honest, the illusion does not shatter—it transforms. The distortions slowly settle. What remains is no longer the dream of the other, but the reality of them: imperfect, autonomous, sometimes disappointing, yet deeply real. Love matures precisely at the moment we stop confusing projection with possession, fantasy with truth.

And still, even then, love never becomes purely rational. A trace of altered perception always remains. We continue to see the beloved not as the world sees them, but as someone irreplaceable. This, too, is a distortion—but a chosen one. A gentle one. A human one.

So the fact that love begins by making reality feel different is not a weakness. It is a feature of how connection is born. Altered perception is the doorway, not the destination. What matters is whether we are willing, together, to step through it—leaving illusion behind without abandoning tenderness.

Love starts as a mirage, yes. But when nurtured with honesty and care, it does not disappear. It condenses. It becomes real.

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