People think everyone knows what love is, that it is a no brainer. That there is no need to teach about it, or explain it. They believe it is something that just happens organically.
They are wrong.
Lust happens organically. Infatuation happens all the time. Liking pops up like wild daisies on a mountain side. Possession imitates love and protection is as fierce a form of mother love as there is.
But love, the kind that lasts between two mature people, must be cultivated.
It is a meeting of minds that don't need to meet, a respect for opinions that will vary widely over the years, a mutual caring that is willing to step beyond comfortable and easy. It is looking beyond the moment no matter what it is, because there is a trust that passes all understanding.
It is not never having to say, "I'm sorry." It is not perfection, because like the ocean, it is too large, too deep, too full of mystery to be any one thing.
Love is a cloud that wraps around you. Ethereal, transient, and filled with a life that cannot be bought, sold, owned, or killed.
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