What Is Love? (To Me)

In no particular order, love is:

A bottomless pit, because falling never ends.

A conscious decision, not emotion; continuous action, not chemistry.

Absolute power: being able to shape her moods and make her day.

Frightening vulnerability: being like clay; soft, wet, so easily mould-able in her hands.

Catharsis: a random “I love you” turns me into a nuclear reactor, sending a smile surging from ear to ear.

Hard: some days my eyes see red and my heart turns to stone and all the things I’m good at — compromise, forgiveness, tolerance — suddenly seem impossible.

Surprising: I will never not be shocked at how much my heart can hold.

Imperfect: sometimes our ends break and we split down the middle, but from the ruins we rebuild, from the wreckage we rise.

Comfort: feeling at home in and around her skin.

Irrational: because 1 + 1 really shouldn’t give you 1, yet that’s how it feels.