You look into her eyes and you know. It's the only thing you've ever known. It's her. You talk to her, she talks to you. Each day you're more sure. It's her. She laughs at you and your jokes, you're happy that she's happy.
But what do you do when she cries? You hold her
What do you do when she doesn't let you? What do you do when you're the reason for her tears? What do you say when she asks you why? Why her? Why?
What do you do when she makes you angry? What do you do when she makes mistakes? What do you say when she says she's sorry? How would you feel if she tried to tell you it isn't her?
You fight. You fight yourself. You fight her, if you need to. You fight, because you've never been so sure of anything. You hold on. You let go sometimes. You change yourself to better fit her. You grow. You learn. You try to understand.
And when she lets go, you do too.
Because you loved.
And you grew.
To love again.
Love doesn't always last forever, but that doesn't mean it was never real love.