love is a temporary madness. it erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. and when it subsides you have to make a decision. you have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. because this is what love is. love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. that is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. that's what we have, we have roots that grew toward each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches, we found that we were one tree and not two.
there you have it, young love. full of promise. full of hope. ignorant of reality.
one day it all catches up with you, every ended relationship, every tear shed, every broken heart, you pick up the pieces , you brush them off, and you put them back together, only each time you need a little more glue, then, just like that, glues not enough anymore, the cracks, the holes, the shattered dreams, they're a part of you, and try as you might, you can't fix what's been broken, you can't mend what's been torn, you're downtrodden, pathetic, unable to go on, or so you think. then he walks into your life, and with a smile, a whisper, and a kiss, you're no longer broken, your world of gray becomes a little brighter, a little more colorful, the more time you spend with him, the more complete your once fragile, shattered heart becomes, until one morning you wake up and just like that, you're in love, and the grass is greener, and the sky is bluer, and the past, is the past, you are no longer consumed with regret, remorse, and pain, yet in the back of your mind, in the depths of your heart, one thing lingers, fear. fear of what you're risking, fear of going back, fear of being broken again, this time, forever. then he smiles and says the three words you've been longing to hear, and nothing else matters.
Only one person finds the way to your heart. The others just lead the way.
sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on Valentine's Day and romance in the movies. we begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, the most important thing in our lives. for love is the creator of our favorite memories and the foundation of our fondest dreams. love is a promise that is always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. and this radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy is the greatest treasure of all -- one known only by those who love.
love is appreciating your differences as well as your similarities.
when you want to spend every waking moment of every single day with him, and no matter what you're doing, even if you feel like crap, you want to share it with him. when you think of him before you think of yourself, or anything else for that matter. when you want him to know every little thing about you, and you want to know everything about him. when you want to be able to finish his sentences and him finish yours. when you're willing to make yourself miserable looking at cars, or some guy thing he's interested in, just to be him with . . . to have that extra moment with him that you would not have had otherwise. when he is all that you think of, dream of, and you don't care about anything else but him . . . that's love.
so, here the thing. i have fallen completely head over heels. all the way, completely. there is no one else in the entire world that i would rather spend every minute of the rest of my life with. he's my hero, my role model, and most importantly, my best friend.
i love you baby.(: never forget it.
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