What I Wasn’t Taught About Love
What I wasn’t taught about love —
is that love isn’t a feeling.
The feeling we feel
is an energy exchange.
Love — real love,
true love —
is a choice.
Every single day.
In the good,
the bad,
and the painfully human.
Love is committing to someone,
taking their hand
and never letting go again.
Love is welcoming the ugly,
bearing one another’s crosses.
Love is knock-out, drag-out —
until we’re both bleeding and bruised,
then coming together
to kiss each other’s wounds.
Love is a wave —
and we cling to the same raft
through every storm.
Love is vulnerable —
the most open
you can ever be
with another human being.
And still —
it’s saying yes.
Over and over again.
Even when it would be easier not to