LOVE IS THE ONLY WAY That’s what he told me in a chat. But if love is the answer, why do we so often choose to lose ourselves? If love is free, why do we insist on imprisoning it in expectations? Between provocations and sighs, between desire and philosophy, he compared me to an aurora borealis—rare, hypnotizing, impossible to ignore. But what enchants us in the other? The light they emit or the mystery of what we can never fully possess? What about you? Have you ever encountered something that shone like an aurora borealis in your life?