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.
Show me that you can love me, when I can’t even love myself.
Prove to me, that you will stay…no matter how hard I push you away.
Do you love me? Make me understand.
I have experienced more heartache in my short time on this earth, than most do in lifetimes.
I have been hurt by those who should have never hurt me.
Do you love me? Prove it.
I will fight you every step of the way, because no one has ever pushed.
Do you love me? Show me.
Make me understand that you will fight past my problems and my walls.
Prove that you aren’t like all the others, that you won’t leave when I get scared.
Show me that I am worth the time and effort that will be put into taking down my walls.
Do you love me? There are days when I will need all the love you can give me, there will also be days when I will push you away as hard as I can.
Do you love me? Make me understand that I am more than what others have made me.
Show me that I don’t have to prove myself, over and over and over again.
Prove to me, once and for all, that I am not my past…that I am not my scars…that I am worth it.
I am more than this earthly shell.
I am more than this feeble body.
Inside, I am a raging hurricane, my mind is something that you will never be able to comprehend.
My thoughts are a whirlwind, never stopping…never ceasing.
Do not think that I am merely the grades you hand out, my genius lies elsewhere.
My genius is in how I can read people, without even knowing their name.
My knowledge comes from observing, and not endless chatter.
My brains come from being able to adapt, and not letting it be formed in the rigid rules of society.
I am more than you will ever know, you do not get to question my value.
I am more than a castoff, I have value. Do not judge me, as you would others.
For I am like nothing you have ever seen, and if you test me…I will win.
Time is strange.
On one hand, it lasts forever.
And on the other, if you blink…its gone.
I miss the days not so long ago, when things were easy and conversation flowed.
Now, I second guess myself with every word I say to you.
I miss the times when we would talk about anything, and everything…no matter how much time would pass us by.
I miss talking with you till I would fall asleep, and I miss waking up to see that you had wished me sweet dreams.
Time is cruel, and memories even more so.
But I will wait, and I will pray, hoping for the days to come…that we might be like we used to.
Love is complicated…and simple, and difficult, and easy, and troublesome, and sweet, and twisty…and it has so many dark places you could so easily fall in.
Love is painful…and wonderful, and horrible, and comforting, and confusing, and conflicting, and bittersweet…and it can hurt so much, that you don’t want to ever love again.
How do you find a way for it all to blend together…like in the fairytales, the songs, like the way you saw love as a child?
Love is complicated, love is complex, love can hurt you more than anything else.
How do we go back to the way we used to see love, the way we used to love?
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