The thing about love...
It’s not just about the butterflies in your tummy, the blush of your cheeks or the twinkle in your eyes. It’s not only about all those sleepless nights you spent talking and laughing and sharing nor is it about all those endless days you spent thinking and dreaming and wishing. It’s not just about the euphoria that sends you flying when you least expect it. It’s not just about the serenity you feel in their presence. It’s not just the number of times you almost died (what with all the times your heart skipped a beat or two).
It’s not just about the name that pops up in your mind as you read through this (and the smile on your face as you realize it).
But it’s also not just about the sinking pit in your stomach, the sting of your cheeks or the tears in your eyes. It’s not only all those sleepless nights you spent waiting and praying and longing nor is it about all those endless days you spent thinking and doubting and hoping. It’s not just about the jealousy and doubt that sends you crashing when you least expect it. It’s not just about the loneliness you feel in their absence. It’s not just the number of times you almost died (what with all the times your heart was crushed).
But it’s also not just about the sinking pit in your stomach, the sting of your cheeks or the tears in your eyes. It’s not only all those sleepless nights you spent waiting and praying and longing nor is it about all those endless days you spent thinking and doubting and hoping. It’s not just about the jealousy and doubt that sends you crashing when you least expect it. It’s not just about the loneliness you feel in their absence. It’s not just the number of times you almost died (what with all the times your heart was crushed).
It’s not just about the name that pops up in your mind as you read through this (and the frown on your face as you realize it).
The thing about Love is… it’s all these things and more.
The thing about Love is… it’s all these things and more.
So much more.
Love could be simple and clear. But it could also be terribly confusing.
Love is seeing everything- flaws and all -and accepting.
Love could be bringing over ice cream late at night, or it could be tear-stained shoulders. Love could also be high-fives and fist bumps.
Love could teach, but it also learns.
Love could make us kind and Love could make us hate.
Love could be holding on with all you’ve got, despite the problems and all the reasons why you should just stop. But Love could also be letting go because you know they’d be happier if you set them free.
Love could last a lifetime but it could also last only for a moment.
Love could be a million of questions, but Love is the only answer.
The thing about love is…
Love is everything.
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