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A soft beginning:In this first piece, I reflect on love as something we don’t always arrive at fully formed, but something we learn, piece by piece, through ourselves and through others. Blending English and isiXhosa, this poem moves through self-love, connection, and the quiet hope of choosing someone, and being chosen in return.If love has ever felt like a journey rather than a destination, this is where it begins.