Love. It’s complicated. It’s beautiful and magical. It can feel like you are walking on air. But it can also be a fight. It can also feel like a mountain climbing. And when it’s real? It’s fucking hard .
Love is not a romance novel. It’s not a Nicholas Sparks fairytale. It’s not just about getting along with someone or determining them attractive. Because at the end of the day, they will eventually get on your last nerve, and his or her appears will eventually fade. True love is get past that point.
Love is looking past someone’s outerwear. It’s opening up the dark and grey components. Love is peeling them down layer by layer, and loving each and every part. Love is hearing about their past, hearing about their mistakes and accepting that they are going to make even more mistakes.
Love is listening even when you don’t want to. It’s conversation that sometimes leads to fights and debates. But love is still kissing them goodnight. And love is still adoring them, despite truly detesting them all at once.
Love is was intended to rip your hair out, out of annoyance from what your partner has said or done. It’s burning up with hot and with indignation, but it’s accepting their change in opinion.
It’s about acceptance. It’s about forgiveness. It’s never about waning to always be right. It’s never about them always being wrong.
Love is breathing together and apart. It’s colliding next to each other at night, sharing your ordinary day, and it’s also about having your own friends and hobbies and days.
Love is being so, so beautiful together, but it’s also about being just as wonderful apart.
Love is never going to be easy when it’s big and real and true.
It’s scary. It’s scary to jump into it. And it’s even more scary to fall into it, headfirst, with the both of you holding on for dear life.
It’s having silly arguments about cleaning the dishes, about which side which person will sleep on, it’s dumb fights about his ugly shoes or her shopping problem. It’s saying terms, but it’s most importantly about listening to those words. It’s about compassion and understanding , not resisting.
Love is fucking hard .
And I can’t wait to find it again .
Because the beautiful moments are more than worth the hard parts. And the wonderful and magical bits are far more powerful than the bad.
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