Describing love isn’t impossible, it’s just difficult because not one love is like another. Every relationship works different. Every relationship has their differnt ways of loving and being loved. You might think that one couple is crazy for still being together when all they do is argue, but arguing means fighting. It means finding solutions and unlocking the doors into the heart, door by door. I think as long as people are arguing, everything is perfectly fine, because that means they’re willing to fight. If not, then they wouldn’t go through this. Another couple never argues - they’re so happy that it almost seems perfectly fake. Their love might be more about forgetting bad stuff and moving on. They are going through shit, and they have their differences, but they see love as a chance to be happy. Whenever they see each other, their bodies fill with joy, and they don’t need to discuss what happened because they’re together and happy now. That’s what counts, and they don’t want to waste a second with bad thoughts when they’re together. Tonight when they’re home alone again, missing their other half, they argue with themselves. They let their anger out on themselves so they can be calm and peaceful when they see each other again. This love is about swallowing feelings, and the other about spitting them out.
And I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. We both knew it, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay - tried to remember what we had in the beginning. He was charismatic, magnetic, electric… And everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman’s head turned. Everyone stood up to talk to him. He was like this hybrid, this mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person, and missing out on all of the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him. And I loved him. I loved him, I loved him, I loved him… And I still love him. I love him.