Sometimes... It hurts. And it's scary. And it's tough.
It's one of the toughest things around.
Love is feeling someone bristle at your concern.
Love is holding someone while they fight you, because they need to be held even if they don't want it. And you just need to hold them.
It's spilling your guts, knowing without question that what you're saying will hurt. It's knowing that, though there is pain, no one is leaving. It's staying, even while you cry.
Sometimes love means you fight. Not because you hate each other, or want to do harm, but because you are open to every part of each other. Even the parts that fit like two left shoes. Or maybe you're just mad at the world that day.
Sometimes you go to bed angry. Sometimes you stay up all night, because as soon as you manage to make up, and make amends, something else goes wrong.
Just remember that it's love. Remember that it hurts, and it's worth every second. Remember that happiness isn't smiling all the time.
Taking care of yourself. First.
Because if you expect someone else to do it for you, you're not going to get it. Because its fun to be suprised when you don't have to do it. Because you aren't much good to anyone when you're falling apart at the seams. Because you want to be the best, brightest star shining in their eye. (Or at least one of the few brightest.)
Trusting each other. Reaching out first. Taking that agonizing step out of the safety of your own mind, and into a world of together.
Learning to speak each other's language, instead of expressing your heart your own way. Understanding when they are expressing their heart, even when it's not the way you want to hear it.
There is so much more to love than romance, or falling. So much that you can't understand until you're there.