I don’t mind fighting. Because I know we’ll make up.
I guess that’s love. Holding on instead of running away. I guess love isn’t perfection, but rather commitment. I guess love is saying I’ll take the blunders, the missteps, the set backs, and the fuck-ups. I guess love is saying that seventy times seven is only the beginning. I guess love is saying I won’t even count.
I guess love lets you go to bed mad, but still wants to kiss your cheek first. I guess love is knowing that its okay to feel frustrated, even angry or upset, provided you know that love is the deeper emotion. I guess love takes the miles and the missed moments and the heartache for the joy of reunion and the peace of returning.
I guess love is both now and eternity.
I say I guess, but I know. I know because you love me.