i question if i know what love really is this is because i doubt that i've felt it yet. i know i love my family and my friends but that is a different kind of love. that is a love that keeps you safe and will always be there. it is familiar and wraps you like a hug after a long journey.
but love? i've always imagined it to be scary. i imagine love to fill you up til you think you'll explode. i imagine it to make you question everything you've ever thought before. but i also imagine it to make you feel like nothing can break you and that if something does break you, you have someone there to hold you that will never leave. but it's not like your family, this love is like one that will always require work and will always demand honesty and attention and care. i don't think love is like in books with butterflies and roses and kisses in the rain to sustain you.
i can't imagine love to be anything but faith, believing that against all odds you're meant to be together. knowing that through all the screaming and fighting and arguing over little mistakes and misunderstandings that you know the other person better than they know themselves.
it's growing with someone, changing and adapting and still wanting to be there tomorrow. it's insurance that someone will be there to keep you on your toes every **** day, making you question everything you think and pushing you to be who you want to while respecting who you are. and that isn't an easy task as we're all complicated human beings with intricacies and roots that delve and twist deeper than anyone can comprehend.
so i don't know if i'll ever know what love is but that's what i imagine it to be and i have to say i'm terrified of it.