I don’t know. You see,
Love isn’t just about all flowers and shit.
it ain’t about the dance, or the ring,
it’s not about the house, or the romance.
Love isn’t lavender,
It’s not poppies
Or delicate white roses.
It’s not the flesh of that first kiss
It’s not when you lose your virginity
It’s not the oh so sweet taste of the beautiful maidenly breast
And it ain’t a battlefield either
And you know what else? Love doesn’t always feel good. In fact sometimes it fucking hurts
2 o’clock in the morning, when you’re wiping shit off a sick kid
reaching outside of yourself
learning how to say I’m sorry
and really meaning it
learning from your mistakes
so you don’t make them again.
love is being patient, it’s letting people make mistakes
love is giving up something you want so someone else can have something they want
What I’m saying is:
Love is not a feeling
Love is not something that happens to you
Love is not something you find in a singles bar
as if somebody left it lying around to be picked up.
Love is not to be mistaken for lust, or that heady feeling you get when you’re infatuated
What I’m trying to say is: love is not a thing at all
It’s an action
Love isn’t something you find
It’s something you give
It’s not something you can lose,
it’s something you have to give away
Love isn’t giving a dollar to a homeless shelter.
It’s giving your name to a homeless person
Love doesn’t matter
Unless you do something about it