I have decided that I know exactly what true love is after years of contemplating. It may seem obvious what love is, but I would say no. After all every girl is told at least once in her life "He just did that because he likes you" excuse me, but no boy/man is mean when he likes you. That's a proven fact right there. I think that, that saying warped my mind into believing something I should not have until I entered college and met the person who showed me that is not what love is.
When you love someone:
you find the annoying things they do quirky and full of personality.
you meet their friends and make the best impression you can.
you always back them up every time, even if their rationing is completely flawed.
you let them have their own friends.
you spend time with your own friends.
you both lead separate lives (there is no need to be with them 24/7).
you watch their favorite show, no matter how mind numbing it truly is.
you help them when they are down.
you praise them when they are up.
you are honest with them all the time.
leave them notes/texts once in a while that lift their hearts.
you never bring up past relationships or mistakes.
you kiss them like it’s the last time you will see them.
don't be a bully to them and don't accept crap.
listen to their hopes and dreams and help them make them a reality.
do tiny favors once in a while.
ask questions about their hobbies.
and most importantly:
you will love them for who they are, not who they are going to be.
I know these may seem obvious, but the truth is I never did all of these until I met him. And I have had the most fulfilling relationship. I may not like everything he does or says, but that is okay. I have learned it is okay to argue and still love a person. I have also learned that I do not need to do everything myself I have someone who will help me when I need it and offer me advice when I ask*.
Love is a beautiful thing so don't look for it, it will come to you. <3
*Do your man a favor and DO NOT vent. He likes to fix things not listen; your girlfriends are for that.
In defense of domesticity
11 years ago
