What Love Really Means – Beyond Romance
- Charles Nguyen

- Aug 27
- 3 min read
When people hear the word love, they often picture romance: roses, kisses, warm hands held under city lights. Love as fireworks, as butterflies in the stomach, as sweet words whispered in the dark. And while those things can be beautiful, they are not the whole story.
Love, in its truest form, is so much more than desire. It is not just a flame that burns bright when everything feels good—it is the steady warmth that stays when the firewood runs out. Love is not only the beginning of a journey; it is the patience, respect, and presence that make the journey possible.
Love as Presence
Love is not found only in the loud declarations but in the quiet moments—the spaces where nothing needs to be said. Presence is love. To sit with someone in silence, to hold their pain without trying to fix it, to simply be there—this is where love breathes.
When you are present with another soul, you are telling them: “You matter. You are seen. I am not running away from your truth.”
In my own life, I have learned that presence matters most when everything else falls apart. During hospital nights, when machines hummed and fear felt thicker than the air, it wasn’t words that healed me. It was the quiet presence of a nurse checking on me gently. It was my own breath reminding me I was still here. Love is not always loud—it is often silent, but deeply alive.
Love as Respect
Respect is the soil in which love grows. Without respect, what we call “love” often turns into control, dependency, or illusion.
Respect means seeing someone as they truly are—not as we want them to be, not as an image to decorate our loneliness, but as a human with their own spirit, scars, and choices. Respect says: “I will not diminish your pain. I will not cage your freedom. I will not pretend to own your light.”
This kind of love is rare, but it is what makes love sacred. It is what makes love strong enough to last beyond circumstances, beyond time, even beyond life itself.
Love as Healing
The world teaches us to hide our scars. We cover them with clothes, with smiles, with stories that skip the hardest chapters. But love doesn’t ask us to erase them—love asks us to reveal them, to bring them into the light.
Real love says: “I see where you’ve been broken, and I honor the strength it took to survive.”
When we allow others to see our scars, we are not showing weakness—we are showing the map of our survival. Love transforms scars into symbols of resilience. It tells us that we are not defined by our wounds but by the courage it took to keep walking through them.
What Love Really Means
So, what does love really mean?
It means showing up when it’s easier to walk away.
It means choosing respect over ego, patience over pride.
It means holding someone’s scars without fear—and holding your own with tenderness.
Love is not just romance. Love is presence. Love is respect. Love is healing. Love is the quiet power that transforms pain into purpose.
MLP: Turning Pain into Love
This is the heart of MLP – Master Love Perpetually.
It was born not from easy days, but from decades of survival, near-death moments, and scars that could have become prisons. Instead, MLP is about turning those scars into seeds. It is about proving that pain can be reshaped into art, into wisdom, into love that does not end.
Love is not just an emotion—it is a decision, a practice, a presence we carry into every breath. And through MLP, my vision is to remind the world: your scars are not shameful, they are sacred.
A Gentle Call to You
As you finish reading this, I invite you to pause. Close your eyes for a moment and place a hand over your heart. Think about the scars you carry—the ones on your body, the ones on your soul.
Instead of hiding them, whisper this truth to yourself:“My scars are proof that I survived. My scars are strength. My scars are love.”
Carry that with you. Share it with someone who needs it. Let it remind you that love is not far away—it is already within you, waiting to be lived, waiting to be shared.





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