Love is not an hour-long phone call.
Love is not a shared milkshake.
Love is not a dreamy expression.
Love is not a pretty gesture.
Love is not a hand-in-hand stroll.
Love is not sepia photographs.
And love is definitely not fifteen minutes of sweaty bliss.
Love is dirt and mud and blood.
Love is duty and thankless work.
Love is swearing and hating and callous and tears and fears.
Love is ugly solitude long after you’ve forgotten what you’re looking for.
Love is the abandonment of dreams.
Love is the loss of who you truly are for another’s sake.
Love is sacrifice, not gain.
Never hope to fall in love.
