Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
To love is to step softly
into the hidden world of another,
without pretending to know their pain.
It is to hold our words
like water in our hands,
knowing that a single word
can become a caress or a wound.
It is choosing not to judge
what we have never experienced,
and listening to what silence
lacks the courage to say.
Every face carries a night
that other eyes cannot see;
therefore, kindness
is a quiet form of courage.
Leave no scars where you pass,
but leave a little light.
Perhaps this is what love means:
to pass through another’s life
with hands gentle enough
to break nothing.
