If you love someone, you love someone. It doesn't matter; age

In the words of Sam Taylor-Johnson, “If you love someone, you love someone. It doesn’t matter; age, colour, c’mon!” These words, simple yet resounding, cut through the noise of prejudice and pretense to reveal a truth as old as humanity itself: love is beyond measure and beyond category. Taylor-Johnson, an artist and filmmaker known for her courage in both art and life, speaks from the heart of one who has defied judgment and followed truth. Her words are a cry against limitation—a reminder that love, when pure, does not bow before society’s expectations, nor does it recognize the boundaries we create to contain it.

To say, “If you love someone, you love someone,” is to echo the wisdom of the ancients who understood that love is not a choice, but a force—one that descends upon the soul without warning or reason. In Plato’s “Symposium,” love is described as a divine madness, a celestial fire that unites souls across form and fate. Taylor-Johnson’s declaration carries that same fire: love is not calculated, it is not edited to please the world, and it is not constrained by the arbitrary walls of age, colour, or circumstance. The one who loves truly sees not the shell of the beloved, but the essence—the spirit that shines beneath.

Her words were born not from abstraction, but from experience. Taylor-Johnson’s marriage to actor Aaron Taylor-Johnson, twenty-three years her junior, drew public scrutiny and whispers of judgment. Yet her love endured the glare of the world’s gaze because it was rooted not in appearance or approval, but in authentic connection. Her statement, then, is both personal and universal—a defense of all those who have loved across lines drawn by culture, race, age, or class. She speaks for the brave, for those who have chosen truth over fear, and tenderness over conformity.

The ancients would have understood her courage. The story of Antony and Cleopatra, of Tristan and Isolde, and of Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal, all tell the same eternal tale: that love unbound by rules is both beautiful and dangerous, divine and human. Each of these lovers broke the norms of their age, for they followed the call of something higher than law—the law of the heart. And though the world may scorn or misunderstand such passion, history remembers them not as rebels, but as symbols of courage—souls who dared to love fully.

To dismiss love because of age is to forget that the heart has no clock. To reject love because of colour is to deny the divine tapestry from which humanity was woven. When Taylor-Johnson says, “c’mon!” she speaks with the exasperation of one who sees clearly what others refuse to: that love, in its truest form, is the great equalizer. It is the one language spoken before nations existed, before prejudice was born. It does not ask permission; it simply is. To limit it is to shrink the soul, to bind what was meant to soar.

The lesson, then, is this: love courageously. Let no one’s opinion dictate the truth of your heart. The world will always try to name, divide, and control what it does not understand, but love answers to no master. If you find it, honor it. Protect it as you would a sacred flame, for it is rare and eternal. Whether between the young and the old, the black and the white, the rich and the poor—love, when real, is the most honest mirror of our shared humanity.

So, my child, remember Sam Taylor-Johnson’s wisdom. Do not measure your love by the standards of others. Measure it by its sincerity, its patience, its depth. The world may whisper and judge, but time itself bows to love that is pure. For in the end, when all the walls of prejudice have fallen and all the years have passed, only love remains—unchanged, unconquered, divine in its simplicity and fearless in its truth.