Love is.. a look, a feeling, and a conversation. It’s still butterflies on a hundredth date, a favorite meal prepared on a special day and favorite meal prepared on an exhausting one—for you, when the last thing you want to do is make it yourself. Love is believing.. in someone apart from yourself. It is believing that someone other than you will care about your dreams as much as you do and will push you further than anyone else has ever dared, further than you can even push yourself.
Love is trusting.. that there will be fights and catastrophes and shit moments. The sun might be hidden by clouds for months, friends might come and go, family may feel non-existent but none of it matters because you still have that one and you will always have that one.
Love is knowing.. that you are cared about every. single. day. Even on the ones where you feel unlovable.
Love does not inflict pain. It will never tell us we’re not good enough even in our lowest moments when we could give more if we only had it in us. Love is not bruises and bite marks or waking up and just wanting to go back to sleep at 3 in the afternoon. Love does not leave its mark on our body but on our soul as it sets it on fire in the most amazing way possible.
Love is that one exception who just walks in one day when you least expect it and you thought you had every window closed, locked, and bolted down.
Everyone deserves their exception ❤
Freeing Kate 