Andrew Landon

The Definition of Love

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Love is a funny thing. 
You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and   perfect moments that you find only    
in movies. 

You expect her to    
always say the right thing, and    
always know exactly how you feel,    
or exactly how to react to it. 
You expect her to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you    
when you run away.

You expect so much that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up to all your plans. But that's the thing. 
   
Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have    
a certain beginning and it    
certainly has no end, or a visible    
finish line to those deeply in it.

Love happens; it is so    
incredibly messy. People around    
you can't comprehend why you do    
the things you do, or why you    
fight so hard for something that    
seems to cause you so much pain.
    
Because simply, they can't see.    
They can't see the invisible ring    
of insanity that surrounds you    
when you're in love. It's    
inconvenient and painful and    
devastating at times, but we can't    
live without it. 

What you don't learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much of ourselves we have to put into it.    
How it isn't worth it until we are    
complete and utter idiots about it.

Love isn't her calming you    
down when you yell. It's her    
yelling, just as loud, just as    
hard, right back at you, right in    
your face to wake you up and to    
keep you grounded.

It isn't her or him bringing you roses    
everyday or cute things that make    
your relationship appear more    
presentable. It's right after a long    
fight, that drains the life and    
bones right out of both of you, and    
yet her or him showing up at your door the next morning anyway.

It's not her saying all the right things or knowing exactly how to handle you. So no, it's not her caressing your    
hair and telling you everything is    
going to be okay. It's her    
standing there, admitting she's    
just as scared as you are.

You have to remember that with love, you're not the only one involved.    
You've unknowingly put your life,    
your heart into the palm of    
another's hands and saying,    
here. Do what you will. Mash it    
into a million pieces, mash it into meat. Or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place. Just as long as you    
have it. 

It makes reality invisible and it    
erases all the lines that we    
shouldn't cross. Because love    
isn't about fencing ourselves in;    
feeling safe, feeling sure about    
the future.

It's about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway.
    
Because all the fighting and all    
the tears and all the uncertainty    
is worth it. And it's a hell of a    
lot better, than being 100% happy    
without someone to show us that    
there is a world of a difference    
between feeling 'happy' and    
feeling whole.

	