Love is breathing together and apart. It’s colliding next to one another 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 random things. It’s saying words, but it’s most importantly about listening to those words. It’s about compassion and understanding, not resisting.
