I’m sitting here, and I just keep thinking, about the word LOVE. Love is kind, love is patient, love is….. a choice. You make a choice to love someone, and then you love them with every breath you take, every thought you think, every decision you make is based on your love for that person. Now don’t get it twisted I’m not gonna sit here and pretend that every single thought you have about your significant other is going to be based in lovey-dovey fluff. But if the base ain’t love, even when you ain’t feeling the love, what are you two people really doing?
I think we get the word love so confused because we’re constantly chasing a feeling or some fairy tale love version of what we think love is. But love, LOVE…. real love, it’s not just a feeling, its an action, and sometimes it’s an uncomfortable action. It’s surrendering, it’s a sacrifice, it’s not saying the first hurtful thing that comes to mind in a heated argument. It’s about forgiving and making a conscientious decision to forgive and not constantly live in that moment of this just happened today over and over again. Love is remembering that you’re human too and we all make mistakes, we all have a past, we all have character flaws, so when I choose to love you, you become a reflection of me and I a reflection of you. When I look at you, I should see me, and be reminded of the amount of grace, commitment, understanding, loyalty, and LOVE, that I want to be extended to me.
Love is a choice. We choose each other, every single day, even when the act of loving doesn’t feel so… loving. I choose you. You choose me.
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