Love is a choice, a promise.
When you love someone, you are choosing them. You are promising to love them, no matter what.
Love is promising that you won’t leave when someone prettier or younger comes along, that you won’t leave when they start to age.
Love is putting their interests before your own.
Love is choosing them, every single day.
Not just when things are easy, or when you’re getting along…it’s also choosing them when things are difficult, and when you are at odds with each other.
So often, love is mistaken for infatuation or even lust. But infatuation quickly fades, and lust is born from our selfish human nature.
Love, real love…is pure, and good, and real, and cleansing. Love is our very foundation that we stand upon.
Without love…what are we?
Without love…we are nothing.