"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 climb. 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 finding them attractive. Because at the end of the day, they will eventually get on your last nerve, and his or her looks will eventually fade. True love is getting past that point.
Love is looking past someone’s outerwear. It’s opening up the dark and grey parts. 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 arguments. But love is still kissing them goodnight. And love is still adoring them, despite really disliking them all at once.
Love is wanting to rip your hair out, out of frustration from what your partner has said or done. It’s burning up with heat and with anger, but it’s accepting their difference 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.