Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them.
We all have that person. The person you loved before anyone else. The person you loved before you knew enough to be scared of what you were feeling. If you’re really, really lucky, they’re the only person you ever love. But if you’re like most of us, they’re the one that you can never quite get out of your heart.
Can you hate someone for what they have done, but still love them for whom they had been?
There’s a reason why I said I’d be happy alone.
It wasn’t because I thought I’d be happy alone.
It was because I thought if I love someone, and then I fell apart…I might not make it.
It’s easier to be alone because what if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it.
What if you like it and you lean on it.
What if you shape your life around it
-and it falls apart.
Can you even survive that kind of pain?
Losing love is like organ damage.
It’s like dying.
The only difference is, death ends.
This, it could go on forever.
— Meredith Grey- Grey’s Anatomy
I don’t pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into the room and smile at you.
Sometimes you cannot believe what you see, you have to believe what you feel. And if you are ever going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them, too—even when you’re in the dark. Even when you’re falling.
—
Tuesdays with Morrie, Mitch Albom (via
quote-book)
Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
