Through some recent inquiries, I see I rank love.
My parent’s love wasn’t quite as good as that of some other parents.
Her love is a 9, while this other person’s love is just a 6.
I see I close myself off from receiving and taking in the love if I tell myself it’s just a 6, or a 3, while it could be a 8 or 9. And really, I am closing myself off from noticing, receiving and taking in my own love.
It’s pretty crazy, but then that’s how the mind is when I take a story as true.
Note: The ranking is not based on how they express their love, but on who they are.