Love isn't all we need, love is all there is.

Love is a burning, crackling fire. You just don’t know if it’s going to ignite your soul or destroy everything you’ve built. Love is magic. It enters your bold, unsuspecting heart and makes it beat just slightly stronger. It’ll sprinkle stardust on the demons you once hid from. It’ll make your stomach come alive with butterflies, as they dance to the tune of something so uniquely yours.

It’s the cooling wind you feel in the burning sun. Love is the secret smiles, the bright red blushing, the hourly ‘I miss you’s. Love isn't the anchored, stable heart- it’s the wave that threatens to destroy, but promises to replenish. For love will slip under your skin, invade your blood, seize your heart. Love is what happens when magic happens.

Love is promising the universe and wondering how on earth you’ll deliver. Love is keeping the promise anyway. Love isn't a feeling, no, it’s a decision. Feelings come and go, but the decision to stand steadfast, to weather the storms that only love can throw at you: that’s eternal. Love isn't the mingling of perfection, it’s the mating of scars. Love is embracing it all: the greatness, the pain, the hope. Love isn't stolen kisses, sex, promises of eternal excitement. All this is just being ‘in love’, which any fool can do. Love is whatever is left behind after love has burned away, after the ‘I miss you’ turns into ‘I need space’. Love is what survives the initial storms.

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