Love Month reminds us that affection doesn’t always arrive loudly or permanently. Sometimes, it comes gently—playful, fleeting, and still deeply meaningful. 

By Cath Cabrera 

Part of our tradition is celebrating not just Valentine’s Day, but the entire Month of Love. It’s a season that reminds us that love comes in many forms and shows up in countless ways. 

Not everyone expresses love loudly. Some give love freely and without hesitation, while others hold it gently, letting it live in small gestures and unspoken moments. There are people who love deeply but speak softly—and there are those who carry love in silence, never quite letting it be seen. 

As for me, I find myself drawn to Ludus love—the kind that is playful, light, and alive with excitement. It’s love that brings joy without pressure and laughter without expectations weighing it down. 

That doesn’t mean I treat love carelessly or turn it into a game. It simply reflects my belief that love doesn’t always need to be heavy or permanent to be meaningful. Sometimes, love is about being fully present in a moment, allowing happiness to exist as it is—even if only briefly. 

I am content being loved, and I am content being in love, even if it isn’t something I actively chase or place at the center of my life. Love, for me, isn’t defined by having a romantic partner. I already carry a deep and sustaining love from my family and friends, and in that, I feel whole. Their love grounds me, strengthens me, and reminds me that I am never lacking. 

What I seek is a Ludus kind of love—carefree, joyful, and unburdened by expectations. A love that feels like sunshine on an ordinary afternoon. A love that asks for no promises of forever, but exists simply to bring a smile. 

It may last for weeks, months, or perhaps just a year, but its brevity doesn’t make it any less real. 

Not all love is meant to last a lifetime, and that truth doesn’t make it less beautiful. Some love enters our lives to remind us how it feels to laugh again, to feel alive, to be excited, to be happy—even if only for a moment. 

In the end, love doesn’t need to be lifelong to be valid. Sometimes, its worth lies simply in the happiness it brings while it lasts—and that, in itself, is more than enough.