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Thursday, May 7

the definition of love

This is a poem by Andrew Landon. It is kind of wordy and I think I could re wright it and make it better but then it wouldn't be mine and it wouldn't be his ... so it would be nothing I guess. It is really sweet and I hope my husband to be will some day read this ( if I get married) because its true. Even if you think this poem is written bad ( I don't but I know people who do) read it, please. There are some REALLY good lines and phrases it there!

THE DEFINITION OF LOVE
Love is a funny thing.
You expect it to be easy.
You expect it to be a world of roses
and laughs and perfect moments
that you find only in movies.

You expect her to
always say the right thing, and
always know exactly how you feel,
or exactly how to react to it.
You expect her to calm you down when you're yelling
or to chase you when you run away.

You expect so much
that you feel entirely, and utterly defeated
when something doesn't exactly match up to all your plans.

But that's the thing.
Love isn't a plan.
It doesn't have a certain beginning
and it certainly has no end,
or a visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love happens;
it is so incredibly messy.
People around you can't comprehend
why you do the things you do,
or why you fight so hard
for something that seems to cause you so much pain.

Because simply, they can't see.
They can't see the invisible ring of insanity
that surrounds you when you're in love.
It's inconvenient
and painful
and devastating at times,
but we can't live without it.

What you don't learn is how hard love is.
How much work it takes.
How much of ourselves we have to put into it.
How it isn't worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

Love isn't her calming you down when you yell.
It's her yelling, just as loud, just as hard,
right back at you, right in your face
to wake you up and to keep you grounded.

It isn't her or him bringing you roses everyday
or cute things that make your relationship appear more presentable.
It's right after a long fight,
that drains the life and bones right out of both of you,
and yet her or him showing up at your door the next morning anyway.

It's not her saying all the right things
or knowing exactly how to handle you.
So no, it's not her caressing your hair
and telling you everything is going to be okay.
It's her standing there,
admitting she's just as scared as you are.

You have to remember that with love,
you're not the only one involved.
You've unknowingly put your life, your heart
into the palm of an others hand and saying,
Here.
Do what you will.
Mash it into a million pieces, mash it into meat.
Or forget I ever handed it to you in the first place.
Just as long as you have it.

It makes reality invisible
and it erases all the lines
that we shouldn't cross.
Because love isn't about fencing ourselves in;
feeling safe,
feeling sure about the future.

It's about scaring the shit
out of every nerve in our body,
but pushing forward anyway.

Because all the fighting
and all the tears
and all the uncertainty
is worth it.
And it's a hell of a lot better,
than being 100% happy without someone to show us that
there is a world of a difference
between feeling 'happy'
and feeling whole.

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