Love is a Many Splendid Thing

For the longest time, I've had a fascination with love. I would love to think about love, watch movies (Titanic!!!), and read stories, listen to songs about it. The thing I never really considered was how tricky it would be to truly know and appreciate it when it comes your way. And just how normal but beautiful it would be.

For me romantic love was something that seemed too perfect to be real. It seems like something that I could look at pretty pictures of and dream about. It was like looking through an expensive store catalogue and picking out items just for fun. Or scrolling through pictures of beaches and dreaming of a vacation you know you'll never be able to afford.

 What I didn't realize was that love is being able to fart in front of someone comfortably.Yup. Love is being able to cry and have a total and complete breakdown in front of someone and have them just hold you. Love is being able to talk about whatever fears (rational or not) you have, without judgement. Love is knowing you don't need another. Love is knowing that what you have is imperfect but perfect for you. Are you lucky enough to know this? What is your definition of love?