Anatomy of Love | The Many Faces of Love: Part I

Notes from the Hollow Bone, entry sixteen.

Part I in a soul-study of love’s many faces—this one, the kind that devours and ignites.

Prelude — The Bone Knows
Love does not have one face.
We are shaped by what comes
as much as what stays —
and more by what leaves.

Sometimes we are sculpted not by presence,
but by absence.
By the strike.
By the ache.
By the mirror.
By the silence.

Some loves enter like storms.
Some slip in like prayers.
Others arrive like rescue missions.
And some... never leave,
even when they’re gone.

The Lightning Strike
The love that undoes you.

This is a favored face of love—
the kind meant for those who live for the high,
who crave the rapture,
even knowing the crash will come.

This is the addictive love.
The one written into every timeless song.
The kind everyone should get to taste
once—maybe twice—in this life.

It’s the love that wakes you at midnight,
hollowed out with hunger.
The only cure?
The one.
Their voice, their hands,
their name in your mouth.

It is the kind of love you bled for.
No preparation.
No logic.
Just a fall—instant and absolute.

He didn’t arrive.
He happened.

This was the kind of love
where they become a god
you worship at dusk
and again at dawn.

Every word felt like
a spell already cast.

Some loves are altars.
Some are flames.

This one was both.

With Grace & Ink,

Mai