Love is Complex

I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone in this world, but I can tell you what it is for me. You see, I’m not your average girl. I don’t want diamonds or jewlery. I think Edward Cullen is fucking stupid. I don’t want a god damn vampire. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved. Love to me is knowing all about someone and still wanting to be with them more than any other person. Like, you know they’ve made mistakes and that they’ve done stupid shit, but you love them nonetheless. Or you know they have Cancer or a birth defect. Love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of. Love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting butterflies in your stomach like the first time you met..

So many of you have no idea what love is. I’m no love doctor, but I know this for a fact. How can you ‘love’ someone you’ve spoken to once? You’re getting it all confused with lust. Love isn’t just having someone on your mind that you cannot get off or missing their smell and their voice. That is just a small part of love. It’s more than admiration. You’ll feel so stupid when you grow up and think you loved that person because you’ll realize it wasn’t love at all, it was stupidity and you were blind.

When you grow up, falling in love becomes more about finding someone whose strengths match your weaknesses, who you can spend Sunday evenings with, who you don’t mind lying next to every night.

Two people who give their hearts to each other unconditionally, that’s what true love really is. It’s not this fairy tale we see in Disney movies or read about where the couples never fight and never have pain, but it’s two people facing life and problems together and diminishing it with unconditional love.

Love is a choice. It’s a commitment.

-Marie