Do you know what love is?
Love is coming home to a warm hug, a full smile, and a genuine "I missed you". It's catching their gaze in a room full of people and unequivocally knowing you couldn't imagine spending your life with anyone else.
It's founded in infatuation and solidified in the mundane: in cooking together, picking out sheets, in family gatherings, being on two separate computers but still completely with each other and playing games together. Love is comfortable and thrilling and passionate and silly all in one single moment.
It's about caring enough to fight for what you've built together and loving enough to never let that go. It's learning to love completely, without pretenses, without the past influencing the present; it's accepting them for exactly who they are and never asking them to change.
It's finding utmost beauty in even the most imperfect flaw. It's loving them when they're in a bad mood just as much as you do when they're fun to be with. Love means never talking through their favorite movie and letting them be right even when you know they're wrong.
It's loving the way they snore at night, the way their voice sounds when they're sick, the way they make you breakfast in the morning for no other reason than they want to make you smile.
It's compromise, even if you're the one who has to; it's rejoicing in their happiness instead of focusing on your personal loss. It's about making choices, big and small, as "we" instead of "me". Love isn't about how you feel about someone else; it's about how they make you feel about yourself.
It's being grateful for every second you get to spend together, although your seconds are limitless when you are together. It's in taking care of one another because you're building a family together; and also taking care of each others families, learning how to love them as your own.
Love is never being surprised when you're treated with the respect you deserve. Love contradicts every bad example that was set for you; love makes up every past misfortune you've ever lived through.
It's learning to fall in love with each other's inner stranger over and over again, and knowing there won't always be a soft landing when you do. It's needing someone; not to make you feel whole, but to make you feel complete; real, honest love will teach you the difference.
It's knowing that there's no perfect person in the world, but looking at them knowing instantly that there is no person more perfect for you. Love completes unfinished sentences and draws conclusions but has no conclusion. The best love stories have no endings.
Love. What a small word we use for such an idea so immense and powerful. It has altered the course of history, calmed monsters, kindled works of art. It has cheered the forlorn and glorified the humble. Love is a desire older than civilization, but is new to all who experiences it.
The heart is a living museum; in each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like priceless artifacts, are our moments of loving and being loved.
It's founded in infatuation and solidified in the mundane: in cooking together, picking out sheets, in family gatherings, being on two separate computers but still completely with each other and playing games together. Love is comfortable and thrilling and passionate and silly all in one single moment.
It's about caring enough to fight for what you've built together and loving enough to never let that go. It's learning to love completely, without pretenses, without the past influencing the present; it's accepting them for exactly who they are and never asking them to change.
It's finding utmost beauty in even the most imperfect flaw. It's loving them when they're in a bad mood just as much as you do when they're fun to be with. Love means never talking through their favorite movie and letting them be right even when you know they're wrong.
It's loving the way they snore at night, the way their voice sounds when they're sick, the way they make you breakfast in the morning for no other reason than they want to make you smile.
It's compromise, even if you're the one who has to; it's rejoicing in their happiness instead of focusing on your personal loss. It's about making choices, big and small, as "we" instead of "me". Love isn't about how you feel about someone else; it's about how they make you feel about yourself.
It's being grateful for every second you get to spend together, although your seconds are limitless when you are together. It's in taking care of one another because you're building a family together; and also taking care of each others families, learning how to love them as your own.
Love is never being surprised when you're treated with the respect you deserve. Love contradicts every bad example that was set for you; love makes up every past misfortune you've ever lived through.
It's learning to fall in love with each other's inner stranger over and over again, and knowing there won't always be a soft landing when you do. It's needing someone; not to make you feel whole, but to make you feel complete; real, honest love will teach you the difference.
It's knowing that there's no perfect person in the world, but looking at them knowing instantly that there is no person more perfect for you. Love completes unfinished sentences and draws conclusions but has no conclusion. The best love stories have no endings.
Love. What a small word we use for such an idea so immense and powerful. It has altered the course of history, calmed monsters, kindled works of art. It has cheered the forlorn and glorified the humble. Love is a desire older than civilization, but is new to all who experiences it.
The heart is a living museum; in each of its galleries, no matter how narrow or dimly lit, preserved forever like priceless artifacts, are our moments of loving and being loved.