What love is

October 24, 2017

Love is the way he supports my decisions and the way he doesn't try to bring me down.

Love is when I'm crying on the floor, scared he is going to leave me, and he just holds me until I'm ok again.

Love is when we sit and talk for hours about nothing even remotely relevant.

Love is when, when I'm tearing myself down, and he's behind me putting me back together.

Love is when I don't have to do anything for him to genuinely say "I love you."

Love is when the world is against us, and he looks at me and tells me "we can get through it."

Love is not turning your back when things get hard.

It is not blaming your behavior on another person.

Love is not I love you because you love me or I love you because you do this for me.

Love does not have to have a reason, but love does have to have a purpose.

I know he loves me when, my anxiety and depression has taken control of me, and he helps me find peace within myself.

I know he loves me when I receive bad test results and tells me he is going to love me through it.

Faith makes all things possible love makes it worth it.

Love is when he got down and asked for my hand in marriage.

Love is when I told him yes and its when we both say I do.

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