Love is a funny thing, you expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect them to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to you. You expect them to calm you down when you’re yelling, or to chase you when you run away. You expect so much that you feel entirely and utterly defeated when something doesn’t exactly match up with all your plans. But that’s the thing. Love isn’t a plan. It doesn’t have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible line to those deeply in it. Love just, happens; It is so incredibly messy. People around you can’t comprehend why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can’t see. They can’t see the invisible ring of insanity that surrounds you when you’re in love. It’s inconvenient, painful and devastating at times, but we can’t live without it. What you don’t learn is how hard love is. How much work it takes, and how much of ourselves we have to put into it. How it isn’t worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it, and fools for it. Love isn’t them calming you down when you’re yelling. It’s them yelling, just as loud, just as hard, right back at you, right in your face to wake you up and to keep you grounded. It isn’t them bringing you gifts everyday or cute things to make your relationship appear more presentable. No. It’s right after a long fight, that drains the life and bones right out of you both, and yet you show up for one another the next morning anyway. It’s not saying the right things or knowing exactly how to handle one another, no, it’s not caressing their hair and telling them ‘everything is going to be okay’. It’s standing there, in front of one another completely bare, just as you are, and admitting to one another, that you’re just as scared, together. You have to remember, that with love, you’re not the only one involved. You’ve unknowingly put your life and your heart into the palms of another persons hands and saying, here. Do what you will. Mash it into a million pieces, flip it upside down, turn it inside out or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place. Because as long as you have it, it makes reality seem invisible and it erases all the lines that we shouldn’t cross. Because love isn’t about fencing ourselves in; feeling safe, feeling sure about the future. It’s about scaring the shit out of every nerve in our body, but pushing forward anyway. Because all the fighting and all the tears and all the uncertainty is worth it. And it’s a hell of a lot better than being 100% happy without someone to show us that there is a world of difference between feeling ‘happy’ and feeling whole.