; love is fucking hard

Love is enchanting, mesmeric, teasing. It's delightful, fascinating, appealing. Love is beautiful. It's like walking on air, and all those butterflies. Love is all of this, and much more.

But it also can be a battle, a riot. Love is challenging, tough, and sometimes, it's painful. Like fighting a dragon without even a sword. Like climbing a mountain that never ends.

The thing is: when love is real, it's fucking hard.

It's not like a romance novel, a fairytale. It's more like a shakespearean experience of suffering through sweet pages of misery and joy, all in the same time, all with a bittersweet taste.

Love is not about finding someone beautiful, or sexy, or funny. In the end of the day, it all goes away, and you will feel drained, exasperated, and even look to your significant other can be a challenge. True love is getting past that point.

Love is looking past someone’s dark side. It’s opening up the ugly parts, the hard angles. Love is peeling them down layer by layer, and accepting each one of them. Love is caring about their past, finding out their mistakes and accepting that they are going to make new ones.

Love is sitting, waiting, listening, attending, even when you're not in the mood. It’s talking through hard things, it's having a conversation that you know that will lead to an argument, but you also know that you need to do this to overcome your problems. But love is still kissing them goodnight after all. And love is still loving them, despite hating at the same time.

Love is wanting to punch someone in the face, out of annoyance from what your partner has just said. It’s feeling full of frustration and anger sometimes, but it’s accepting their difference in opinion. It’s about acceptance. It’s about forgiveness. It’s never about wanting to always be right. It’s never about them always being wrong.

Love is living together, and the capacity of being fine when you're apart. It’s colliding next to one another at night, sharing your ordinary day, and it’s also about having your own space. Love is being so, so beautiful together, but it’s also about being just as wonderful apart.

The last thing love can be is easy. When it's genuine in existence, love is a big deal, and it's as hard as it's big. But it's true. And it's scary. Like jumping off a cliff. And it's even scarier when you and your lover are together on it for real, for life.

It's having big conversations, it's taking big decisions, it's acceptance when things get hard or overwhelming. It's about saying, and it's about hearing. It's about feeling. It’s about compassion and understanding, not resisting.

Love is fucking hard.

But the beautiful moments are more than worth the hard parts. And the wonderful and magical bits are far more powerful than the bad.

It's love. It's your love. And that's all that matters.