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People describe Love as this sweet, blissful, easy place where you always feel right and things always seem as if they could not get any better. Where the person you Love always puts you first and the only fights you get into are the cute ones where you want to see a movie that they have already seen or you bought the wrong size pants for a present. Those of us who have been in love know that that is not right. Loving someone is easy. Being in Love with someone is a different thing all together. There is push and pull, give and take, loss and gain. You have to learn that person. Learn who they are, read their overall mood just by their facial expressions. Learn what kind of food they like and what subjects of conversation are okay to broach with them. You have to find their limits and then you have to push them to grow past those limits. The person you are with must help you grow. You have to fight. You have to scream at each other and say things that you do not really mean. You have to accuse them of injustices that have no relevancy to the situation and serve only to extend the argument until neither of you wants to see the other ever again. The process is not glorious. It is painful, but it will happen. The glorious part, the part that everyone loves to talk about comes after, when you are too tired to argue anymore. When you cannot stand being without them. When you both agree that the person you could be without them is a mere shadow compared to what you are when you are with them. Love makes no sense in the way that that person is the only one who brings out the best in you and sometimes, a lot of times, the worst in you too.