I rest my case.
What’s not true?
Little love? I think not.
It has been a persistent observation in my 61 years . . .
that certain types of folks tend to not notice or else not recognize love in truth even when it slaps them upside the head or trips them because of chosen blindness.
I’ve been like that, at times.
One hopes to improve in that department with age and experience.
Many don’t seem to.