People talk about love and what it is, what it means. But people throw around the word far too carelessly. And true love is an almost lost concept, found only in sappy, too-perfect movies and teenagers’ rebellious fazes.
But I know true love. Real love. The Bible tells us that love is patient and kind and selfless. But it’s more than just that.
Real love is holding your baby in your arms and having tears well up in your eyes because what you feel for that baby is so overwhelming.
Real love is knowing beyond any doubt that you would die, willingly and with hesitation only to say goodbye and I love you, to protect your children.
Real love is looking into someone’s eyes and knowing exactly what they’re thinking, simply because you’re that connected.
Real love is knowing that, no matter what troubles you face, you won’t be fighting them alone.
Real love is wanting something so badly it hurts, and sacrificing it for a greater good.
Real love makes you sing for no (other) reason.
Real love makes you cry from the power of it.
Real love can’t ever truly be described with words. It can only really be understood by those who have felt it.
I am lucky enough to know real love. It is a blessing and a gift. It can’t be manufactured or faked. There is no substitute. Real love is amazing.