I thought love was romance butterflies and passion. I thought it was feeling like you could not live without someone. I have learned that real love is showing up when things are hard. It is accepting someone fully not just their best self but also their fears and flaws. It is choosing to love someone even when they disappoint you because you are all imperfect humans. Real love is not about possession or control. It is about supporting someone else becoming their fullest self even if they grow away. Real love is honest with difficult conversations. It does not sweep things under the rug. Real love is patient and kind.
What Love Really Means
