Real, true, selfless, unconditional love, is when you would do something for someone, that you wouldn’t do for anyone. If they screw up, you forgive them.
If they don’t kiss you first when they come home, you kiss them. You text them first. You say I love you, first. You get into an argument? You work it out.
You don’t run when things get bad, you don’t cheat when you’re bored. You stay. You choose them for the rest of your life.
When things are seemingly falling apart? You try your damnest to put them back together. Love isn’t a feeling, it’s a commitment. You never stop chasing, or trying.
And that’s how I knew he was different. I was different. Together we were the worst and best versions of ourselves, someone no one else brought out. It was real, and it was scary.
Hell, it’s still scary. Trusting someone to hold my entire heart in their palm, and feeling so uncomfortably exposed. But it is so worth it.
I’d follow him straight into hell if it meant we would be together.