Yesterday i figured out what love is.
The weather lately has been absolutely horrible. These storms. I wonder what it could mean...
So I've been blown away so many times...now i just stay in.
Well but i had to go to town yesterday...bought some things,got some fresh air,got a Starbucks.
I love that lovely Starbucks on Dame street. Memories.
Also the guy behind the counter always asks me how i am that day...or tries to make some sort of conversation.
I enjoy it. The fact that he actually remembers me...and is just simply friendly.
:)
So as i was standing at the bus stop...waiting for my bus,sipping on my half cold,dark cherry mocha...i was just thinking about things and people,as i do.
And then it hit me. We love people for their characteristics...funny,beautiful,caring,polite...etc
But that's not true love...because someone could be really funny, but be very selfish...and then you wouldnt like them. I know i wouldnt.
But that's not the point.
The point is...that true love is falling for people's imperfections.
It's liking the little things...like their clumsiness...them always being late...lack of cooking skills.
The way they walk,bad jokes...
Yes you might find it annoying,but if you're willing to put up with it...it means you care enough about that person.
And eventually you find that you wouldnt want them any other way.
xox