loving often feels like running hurdles but it's endless; there is no specified finish line you keep jumping hurdles and you keep running
you brush aside fatigue you brush aside pride you burn the desire to quit
you don't stop running. that's what love is: running endless hurdles.
love is a continuous process, without a clear ending. but you do it anyway. no matter what, you make sacrifices for it, you drive yourself forward for the person that matters the most to you.