Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts.
It isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have
that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the rain
and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments
or the big surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about
still having the butterflies after years. It’s about the second
looks and laying in bed wide awake, all night, because you can’t
go to sleep mad at each other. It’s about being willing to sacrifice,
literally, everything for someone, just because you care so deeply
for them. It’s not about buying them gifts, but it’s about leaving them
little presents here and there, just to remind them that you are constantly
thinking about them. Love is about all of the little things, that add up to
really big things. Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as
if it will break. Love needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in,
but not worn down. Love needs to be a comfortable feeling, a place to go when
NO ONE else in the world can relate. A safe place, where you know that no matter
how ugly you look or how angry you are, you will still be… loved…that’s love.
— Unknown