It’s common to believe that love is this thing that comes into our lives and changes everything. It is given the responsibility of fixing our problems, taking away our pain, making our lives perfect and turning us into desirable people. We expect love to sweep us off our feet and provide us a life happily ever after.
But, that is not love. Love is vulnerable. Love is a risk. It is giving someone else access to the most fragile part of you - your heart. Love is acceptance of yourself and another person as beautiful while making room for the parts of both that are flawed. Love requires patience. Love does not hide or value secrets. Love is hopeful.
Love guides the path two hearts endeavor to travel bestowing comfort to separation, endurance to misunderstanding, and magic to the ordinary.