I have realized that so many of us have different definitions and ideas about love. For me, love is showing your true colors and allowing your loved one to show theirs. It is accepting flaws and beauty. It is patience and fairness. It is the recognition of something extraordinary and the appreciation and understanding that it doesn’t happen every day. It is being afraid, but knowing you are not alone. It is putting yourself in their shoes when you can't quite understand where they are coming from.
It is knowing that there is always someone out there that loves you and is on your side. Someone you can count on, not matter what.
Love is revealing everything about yourself, no matter how embarrassed or ashamed you may be and allowing the same for them, without judgment.
It is trusting them and feeling safe, but also working your way back when you find that you don’t. They are still the person you want to spend time with above any other. They are the one with whom you want to share all the little, unimportant things with that you know only they will appreciate or get. And they are the one that can understand you, when no one else can.
Love is never leading you astray and always remaining honest and true. Always telling you the truth, whether you want to hear it or not, because it is the best thing for you. And you know you can count on your true love to give you what you need.
And with all that, they can still make your heart flutter, your knees go weak, your pulse quicken, and be the one you find yourself watching across a crowded room.
Love can drive you crazy. It can make you angry and make you sad. It can confuse you, bend your mind, and drive you mad. It can make you do things you never thought you would or could do. But in the end, I will always love love.
I think you hit the nail on the head for many. Finding the connection with someone is harder than loving someone and keeping that love alive with someone once that connection is there becomes like breathing.
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