“The Thing That We Love the Most”

by MARRSHUN

The thing we love the most?

Love.

Oh, what it is—to be in love,

To be full,

To be free,

To be flooded with feeling.

It starts at the root,

From your mother’s hum,

Your father’s shadow,

Your grandmother’s prayers,

Your family’s embrace.

When you were a child

And wanted something sweet so bad

You could cry for it—

That was love.

Undeniable. Unshakable.

Pure sugar for the soul.

But not everyone knows it.

Love and fear—they do exist.

Twins in the womb of humanity.

Cain and Abel.

One kills.

One forgives.

Fear wants to love.

Love wants to be free.

It’s confusing—

Like chasing light through smoke.

Running in circles

With a heart pounding

Out of your chest

Just to feel something

Tender.

Just like we once chased candy,

Now we chase connection.

Sweetness.

Warmth.

But hear me now—

For this one chance,

This sacred moment:

Be free.

Free from the chains of craving love.

Free from the grip of fear.

Now—

You love yourself, my dear.

That is all that’s left.

That is all that matters.

Who said that?

Maybe Beyoncé.

She probably did.

In a song, in a whisper.

In the way she moves.

She loves what we all do.

We all come from love.

L-O-V-E.

Still, it’s easy to get lost—

Trapped inside a capsule,

A potion,

A pill.

It’s only a thrill

Until heartbreak spills,

And anger and fear

Slip into your chest.

You forget your part—

To love yourself.

So take yourself on a date.

Take yourself for a ride.

Buy a meal.

Go to the beauty shop.

Get your hair done.

Nails did.

Toes kissed in color.

Buy two outfits:

One for the love of yourself,

And another—

For the love of yourself.

The rest?

Just noise.

Just stuff.

Just static in the background

Of your becoming.

This season?

I’m selfish.

I need no one.

I am someone.

I got love for me.

Love for self.

Nothing else.

Try that.

So today,

I’m taking myself out.

Making out with me.

Kissing on me.

Loving me.

Making love

To the masterpiece

That is me.