Unconditional Love Isn't Soft - Its Sovereign

People talk about unconditional love like it’s some kind of spiritual personality trait.

Be nice. Be forgiving. Be endlessly patient.

But that’s not what I mean when I say unconditional love.

I’m talking about something much bigger.

Something cleaner.

Something so fierce in its clarity that it lands in the field and rearranges people —

without touching their body, or asking for closeness, or making a sound.

It doesn’t need to be returned.

It doesn’t need to be recognised.

It doesn’t need a label.

It just is.

I didn’t read this in a self-help book.

I didn’t learn it in therapy.

I found it on the edge —

in a psych ward,

in heartbreak,

in the silence after I walked away from everything that no longer matched who I was becoming.

When the system told me I was too much,

when my nervous system screamed,

when no one could make sense of me —

love stayed.

It stayed through the madness.

It stayed through the shame.

And eventually, it became me.

So when I say I love you,

I’m not being sweet.

I’m not crossing a boundary.

I’m not confused.

I’m being clear.

Unconditional love is the thing I walk into the room with —

not to perform love,

but to be love.

And it terrifies people.

Because it doesn’t fit inside the frameworks they’ve built to stay safe.

Because they don’t know how to receive something that’s not trying to take anything.

I’ve told people I love them and watched them flinch.

Not because the words were dangerous,

but because they were true.

Because there was no hook. No collapse. No flirtation.

Just frequency.

And let me be clear — this isn’t romantic.

It’s not about possession or infatuation.

It’s not about fixing, saving, or spiritual bypassing.

It’s about presence.

It’s about seeing someone in their fullness,

without shrinking yourself,

without asking them to be anything else,

and loving them there.

No transaction.

No drama.

No performance.

Just…

I love you.

And they don’t know where to put it.

Because it’s not clinical.

It’s not beige.

It’s not safe in the way they’ve been taught to feel safe.

But it’s real.

And realness is what heals.

So if I’ve said “I love you” to you lately —

don’t overthink it.

Don’t run from it.

Don’t turn it into a therapy session.

Just know:

I saw you.

And I didn’t need you to change.

That’s what I mean by unconditional.

And I’ll keep loving like that —

out loud,

awkwardly,

gracefully,

radiantly —

because it’s not just a feeling.

It’s the field I live in now.

And you’re welcome here.