I don’t know what love is. I don’t know how to feel it, when it’s supposed to happen, or how you’re supposed to know. Every time I thought I was in love I ended up bitterly heartbroken, utterly confused, and pretty convinced that what just happened wasn’t actually love. All I know is what love isn’t.
Love isn’t sacrificing what truly makes you happy. It’s okay to be selfish sometimes and I don’t think you should have to give up the things that make you happy unless they’re destructive or hurting other people.
Love isn’t being obsessive. You don’t need to be with each other 24/7, text all the time, or go crazy thinking about them when you’re apart.
Love isn’t pain. It shouldn’t hurt that bad, you shouldn’t feel shattered all the time. That’s obsession or fear or addiction. Love is supposed to help put you back together.
Love isn’t easy. It’s just as complicated as every other emotion out there – if not more.
Love isn’t definite. You won’t always love the people who love you and vice versa.
Love isn’t definable. No one can really tell you what it feels like, when it’s supposed to happen, or how you’re supposed to know.
Love isn’t the same for everyone. Because every person is not the same.
Love isn’t a solution. It is definitely not going to solve all of your problems.
Love isn’t a fairytale. It will not always be like the romantic books you’ve read or the heart throb movies you’ve watched.
Love isn’t a one time thing. You can feel it over and over and over again if you’re open to it.
Love isn’t lust. Though the two can make a great relationship when paired together.
Love isn’t life. Loving yourself should be a priority over finding someone to love you.
When I don’t know what love is at all, at least I know what not to look for the next time around.