Monday, 27 April 2015

True love

True love is the thing fairy tales are written about; songs are penned over and legends are based on. True love is something you feel and means different things to different people. True love is a morphing, living thing that is treasured between two lucky people. True love leaves you feeling light and makes you want to be a better person.

True love is rare and even less often cared for in the way it should be. True love, though strong, should not be taken advantage of. True love is not eternal unless it is allowed to breathe and given the attention it deserves. True love is solid but fluid enough to allow for the inevitable change required over time.

If you are lucky you will fall in love once in your lifetime. If you are truly blessed you will find true love. True love survives beyond the initial flurry of infatuation and grows into a passion to be proud of. True love is respectful, honest, open and compassionate. True love is thoughtful, kind and considerate. True love puts an emphasis on the other persons needs ahead of your wants.

True love is finding someone who accepts you, flaws and all. Someone who knows you inside and out and doesn't want to change you. Someone who sees your baggage from the past and takes the time to help you unpack it. Someone who will stand by you and help you when you need it but who encourages you to stand up for yourself when you can.

Love is falling asleep in each others arms. True love is waking up entangled together. Love is stripping each other naked at the end of the day. True love is helping your man dress in the morning. Love is cooking a special meal for your partner. True love is getting up ten minutes early every day to make them breakfast.

Love is giving. True love is equal - with give and take from both parties.

Some wise person (I forget who) once said "Forget all the reasons why it won't work and believe in the one reason why it will". I choose to throw myself at the mercy of love and hope for the best.


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