“Love you” tumbles out casually at the end of a call, a text message, often ringing hollow. It is a social norm a hurried good bye another saying in a world so alien to real love. The kind that cares in silent listening genuine hugs tear drops of compassion thoughtful touches tentatively reaching out to difficult darkness in daily living. To love is to serve with brimming hearts ready to be stretched like dough waiting to rise in the oven of a warm embrace. Do you really love me? Hesitation dances in minds attuned to hurt patiently knocking on doors locked to an Agape world. Look at me pinned on wood for all to see. You are someone special loved beyond belief in the wilderness of life.