Love isn't something easy to throw away. It sticks to you like the strongest of glue.
Love isn't something to take lightly. It weighs a tonne, like carrying a bag of bricks on your shoulders.
Love isn't something to be hidden. It is to be celebrated, shared and exulted in.
Love isn't lies. It's looking your partner in the eye and telling them the truth even though you know it has the capacity to destroy them.
Love isn't keeping your options open. It's committing to one person and promising to do your best every day to make them sure they are the only one you see.
Love isn't settling. It is seeing the worst in people and deciding to stay despite this.
Love isn't easy. It is one of the hardest things you will ever experience and, you experience it more than once.
Love is a precious thing. It is like your grandmas bone china tea set.
Love is two people cherishing one another. It is happiness and joy even in the harshest of times because you know the strength of your partner and the strength of your love for each other.
Love is caring. It is a self-less act, putting someone else's needs above your own.
Love is special. It is one of the rarest things to find- especially when it is the real, long- term thing.
Love is honest. It is the purest and untainted thing left in this polluted world.
Love is true. It does not discriminate.
Love is a bond. It connects to people on a deep level, their souls intertwined together.
I think about what isn't love. I think about what love is. I ask myself why we put ourselves through all this for just one feeling. Then I remember that feeling. I remember that love has lasted longer than any war. Love has conquered many things. So I will keep pondering what love is and what love isn't. I will continue until the day I have the chance to experience this magic myself.