What Love Really Is
The other day, someone asked me,
“What is love to you?”
I thought for a moment and said…
Love is choosing someone, over and over again, even when you know it might not work.
I know. That sounds backwards. Painful. Even a little crazy.
They asked, “But if it can’t work, why keep choosing them?”
And I said: You don’t choose them because it works. You choose them because it’s them.
That’s the truth most people don’t want to hear.
Sometimes love doesn’t come with a plan or a future.
It comes with a person.
Someone who feels like home, even when everything else is falling apart.
Someone you can’t explain, can’t forget, and can’t stop coming back to—no matter what the world says.
Love isn’t always easy. It’s not always fair or logical.
Sometimes, love is the quiet, stubborn act of giving your whole heart, even when you know how it might end.
And yes, it hurts.
But that choice—that willingness to love, even with no guarantee—that’s what makes it real.
Maybe love isn’t measured by how long it lasts.
Maybe it’s measured by how deeply we feel it, and how bravely we carry it, even when there’s no reward.
And that…
that’s the kind of love that stays with you.
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