In a previous I started a two time series on what love meant to me and this is the continuing piece
Love is confusing. It’s getting so upset with that person and still not questioning your love for them.
It’s getting into arguments that, now that you look back on it, don’t really matter and weren’t really arguments to begin with.
It’s overcoming the rough patches and coming out stronger than you were before.
It’s knowing your relationship could have crumbled into ruins in a sea of forgetfulness, but didn’t.
It’s the high you get when you’re with your better half.
Love is knowing the other person feels as passionately about you as you do about them
Love is knowing no matter what comes your way, you and that someone can make it through anything.
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