Love is intangible. You cannot hold love in your hand, and you cannot wrap it around your neck like a noose. Yet so many of us do. Love is not predestined for others and withheld from ourselves. Love is not limited, it is ever changing. Self-love is exactly that, you cannot hold it and it does not take up a place in the sky, but you can feel it. Humanity has such a strong need to have love, feel it, taste it, smell it, sleep next to it. But love captures a million moments in a lifetime, every drop of paint in a portrait. Self-love can only come from one’s self, and therefore it intangible. I believe the need to physically see love is the founding of Valentine’s Day, of pastel wrapped hearts covered in ‘kiss me,’ a diamond cut around a finger, cards and candies, etc. February defines love so physically because seeing is the only way humans ever believe in anything.