“you rewrite your story so they are the spine.” love is a verb. the act of “rewriting” your story is a manifestation of love to someone else. the other day, i was having a conversation with my friend and i asked him what sort of things make him excited when he starts liking a girl. i asked “is it when you kiss for the first time or hold hands?” assuming it would be physical. he responded with something that took me back. “no actually. anyone can kiss anyone and while it’s exciting, it doesn’t mean that you LOVE them. what makes me excited is when i can’t get her out of my head, so i start changing my plans and rearranging my schedule for her.” this struck me, and i was honestly stunned by how profound his answer was. being in love with someone doesn’t mean that the whole universe will stop for the both of you to work each other into the others life. wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of love? love is about sacrifice, and often times, the willingness or lack there of to make sacrifices is how we know that it’s real, and that it’s worth it. and what is one of the greatest things we can sacrifice? time. maybe it’s not the right time. maybe it’s the worst possible time you could have met your person, but if you have the desire to sacrifice all of those conveniences for a person, that might be something special.