I sat on the stoop of a coworker back home with another girl and the three of us mused as the damp cement seeped into our pants and the sound of cars swooshed in the distance.

We talked about a few things but the deepest part of our conversation had been that of the love we feel from other women. Agreeing that women only hold the nurturing energy that one can feel unconditionally in our souls one of them said, “There’s a term for that, Agape”.

Agape, known as the highest form of love. I wondered when I had ever in my life felt agape. Never from a man. And never from my parents.

I’ve felt it in the women who’ve come into my life and offered me wisdom, and a hand. It’s been from the sisters I’ve held close, it’s the energy they’ve sacrificed to me to fill my cup. Agape, what a beautiful word.