What is love. I mean really? When you think about it how do you define love? Hollywood defines it as purely an attraction thing. Self help books define it as primarily a communication game. Those who have been hurt define it as non-existent or stupid.
While all these things hit on a point of what love is, they are all incorrect in and of themselves. I truly believe love is something that can’t be fully explained. It’s a feeling that pushes you to think about that person you love more than anybody else. It causes you to put them first, and to think about them before making any decision.
It’s that feeling of excitement to see their face, to feel their arms around you.
It’s making that sacrifice when you’d rather do something else. It’s romantic, it’s difficult, it’s joyful, it’s hurtful. But no matter what it always endures. It’s the not easiest road.
Opening up yourself to someone in complete love gives that someone the ability to hurt you, and hurt you deeply, and that is bound to happen at some level. We are not perfect, and as a result we have a tendency to let those we love down sometimes, to say that harsh word in anger, or to be less than kind.
But love is always both asking for forgiveness, and forgiving. Seeing past the faults to the person’s core.