Love is fighting without the vulgarity.
Love is understanding without doubting.
Love is admitting you are wrong.
Love is standing up when you are right.
Argue your point to me, please, but don’t be a child and call me names.
I’ll never doubt you when you help me understand.
Prove me wrong one hundred and one times, and I’ll admit to it each time, but you better do the same.
If I prove you wrong one hundred and one times, I’ll never hold it against you.
Love isn’t mushy.
Love isn’t picture perfect.
Love isn’t easy, in any way.
Love isn’t hard.
Tell me you love me with respect and loyalty in your voice, not lust.
I know it’s not always fun and games.
Put effort in, gain something amazing.
It’s not going to push you to the edge.
Love is miraculous, and spontaneous. It is a story of a true bond. But it isn’t just a toll both you can throw some change in and just get on your way with. It takes effort. And that effort will show you what love really is. But it should never break you. If it really is love, it won’t.