Love can be described as desire, the flutters in your chest as your hands touch the light in their eyes. But love is more. Love is fights you have to talk through. Love is struggles with money. Love is disagreeing on the color of your couches. Love is wondering if you're still in love. Its not easy. Its not always pretty. Its having problems and solving them. Years and years, endless changes You can't expect every moment to be perfect you have to work towards perfect. Find the moments that remind you why you had those flutters in the first place
inspired by a friend. this does not go for abusive relationships, just thought id say