Love is vast. It's immensible.
Love can be someone else's joy while it can be someone else's pain.
Love can feel so wonderful and yet can be easily taken for granted or taken away.
But what makes a GREAT love story?

Is it the person
you decided to spend your whole life with
but his heart went astray
and you ask yourself
"Wasn't I enough?"
But you still choose to forgive him, accept him
and love him
even when he least deserved it.

Is it the person right in front of you
The way he treats you
the way he serves other people
that's beyond compare
One look at him
You say to yourself
"He's the most beautiful person"
His smile, his heart
He was your everything
But in a glimpse,
the disease took him away.

Is it the person
you've committed yourself to
the person you shower with your utmost care
the person you continue to pursue
the person you keep choosing to love
even when you've questioned yourself and your gestures,
"Is this still all worth it?"
but you swallow your pride
and still patiently wait for her to give you the affection
like she used to.

Is it the person you first met
and in an instant you knew she was the one
Til it became a dream come true
to finally have her to spend the rest of your life with
Not knowing those years could be abruptly cut short
So you watched her
as she went through all the tests, losing her hair,
But you stood by, became her pillar of strength,
and she continued to fight
and came out from it gracefully
proving, "Our faith is bigger than this."

Is it the couple
who've been married for more than a decade
who thought they already knew each other so well
and yet day by day
they were always discovering
something new from each other
Day by day, there were struggles
Desires and needs not being met
The stress was beginning to take
its toll on their marriage
But they humbled themselves
before each other, and decided,
"We're going to put in the effort.
We're not giving up on us."

All these stories are great.
After all, love is forgiveness.
Love is chasing after her heart. It is patient.
Love is trust. Love is respect.
Love is never giving up and
sometimes love also means letting go.

It gets better;
That's what liars say;
So I guess that's what I am today.
Because I don't know what else to do
Than sit and hope right next to you
And watch the nightmares take their toll,
On the fragile, loving, gentle soul
That now before me loses sleep,
And cannot bring himself to weep.
I wonder at the things inside-
A broken heart, a damaged pride;
Swirling like a sea in storm,
Waiting in a shapeless form
Of misery; of rage, and hate,
Unable to communicate
These things that write themselves upon
The soul that's quickly almost gone.
In your grief, you don't deny
That grass is green,
And blue the sky
But you cannot seem to tell me why
Your heart still thinks it's all a lie,
That good can't still exist here now
That all is done, let's take a bow-
But yet, I still can't tell you how
Time heals all, if allowed.
I've been there in your shoes before,
Locked in shadows, behind closed doors;
I know this path you're walking down,
The one that changes joy to frowns-
This waiting pool where sorrows spin-
To catch you in their clutch again;
But I can't convince you that I'm sincere-
Uttering words, that you won't hear;
And I feel like I'm lost,
Like there's nothing to say-
So I tell you it's fine,
It will all be okay.