Real Love.

Real love is beautiful. It is not solely based on feelings of giddiness and overwhelming joy, but is founded upon a mutual decision of commitment. Each person willingly contributes a part of him or herself, expecting nothing in return. Real love is not playing the "upper hand game", nor is a comparison of efforts - it is, rather simply, the product of two playing together in the same game: the game of life. It is secure, it doesn't falter. Real love provides no hesitations and inspires you to take risks. It is open to possibilities, welcoming to change, and is stable under any circumstance. However, it is not perfect - in fact, it makes many mistakes; sometimes over, and over, and over again. But the thing about real love is that it thrives on its faults and utilizes them to its advantage. Mistakes are accepted but not dwelled upon; they are learned from and then forgotten. Real love is not having to feel obligated to do anything: it is liberating, not limiting. Real love means making room for dreams, and the pursuit of these. It inspires and motivates. It pushes and encourages, but it never uses force. Real love is gentle and tough at the same time. It is honest, open, requited. It is active and amenable. Real love can be seen, felt, and heard. Real love can be real, when two people decide to make it. It never questions, but rather, always accepts. The beauty of real love is that it can exist even in the ugliest places; it is, above all, visible magic, tangible truth, and a discernible dream. 

I can only wish that everyone find real love in their lifetimes. <3