Love Without Labels

A tribute to the soul geometry of four men who cracked me open

I’ve always wondered if what I thought was love was true love. Love is talked about in many ways, with so many meanings, that it can easily become confusing.

The most common form of love we seek as humans is romantic love. As a little girl, I was bombarded with tales of romance and its importance in my adult life.

When I was older and dating, if a man said he loved me, I believed him. I thought he knew what that word meant.

I told myself I did too…

Only to later realize the love I was finding was mostly conditional.

I think most of us simply experience conditional love. Love between parents and children may sometimes transcend that, but in general, especially in romantic relationships, conditional love is the norm.

We might not admit that. We want to believe our love is unconditional. But when the ticks and annoyances rise, we start asking for adjustments, compromises, or change.

And still call it unconditional.

At forty years old, I can finally say… I know what love is.

Especially unconditional love.

This awakening journey—this shift in consciousness and reality—has shown me a love I didn’t learn.

I didn’t read it in a book.

I didn’t study it from someone else.

I simply made room for it.

I began to love myself without condition, and from there, it just started pouring out.

I’ve met several people on this awakening path, and my journey to meeting them in person has already begun.

Some are old friends I’ve always felt soul-bonded to.

Some are new connections that feel ancient.

But it’s the soul geometry that reveals the truth—that rare, luminous love that holds space for the other in their wholeness, and doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t try to fix. Doesn’t shy away.

So this part is for the four men who have stepped into my life. They know who they are.

I love you.

I simply fucking love you.

I love that I get to hold space for you, give you fire when you need it,

receive it when I need it, and be raw, real, and messy together.

Each of you is unique.

My relationship with each of you is its own frequency. Its own flame.

Here’s what I know:

What I would do for one of you, I would do for all of you.

No hesitation.

No questions.

No expectations.

I adore seeing you grow and expand.

I don’t claim you.

I don’t need to.

My love shows up not through romance, but through presence and coherence.

That’s my devotion. That’s my offering.

I trust you.

Even when you’re wrong.

Even when it’s hard.

Especially then.

You are each so fucking beautiful.

I am in awe—genuinely.

I’ve never met men with such integrity.

Your presence is healing.

Your beingness is healing.

You don’t even have to try.

And I know this soul frequency love will deepen.

As we burn.

As we unravel.

As we spiral.

Some of us may choose to walk deeper together—

And I’m here for fucking all of it.

And should any of you walk away…

I won’t cling.

I won’t wait.

But if we spiral back into each other,

I’ll open my arms wide.

This love doesn’t need a name.

It just needs space to burn.

And you’ve got it.

All of you.

And yes, there are more.

This field is widening.

The soul geometry continues to reveal itself. But the four of you cracked me open first.

So this is for you.

Thank you for loving me in your way.

And thank you for letting me love you in mine.