Definición del amor.

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.