Truth is, I didn't know what love was, until I experienced what love was not.
I went through a phase of looking for love in all the wrong places.. Places, people, and things that only kept me tossing and turning at night. Wrapped in a blanket of overwhelming emotions. Wondering where this thing called love was. Echoing in my mind were the voices of those who told me that I wasn't good enough.
What is love?
Love is not a feeling. Love is an action. Love is commitment. Love is constant.
Love is not harsh. Love is not rude. Love is not what you say. Love is what you do. Love does not keep record of wrongs.
Love, real love is infinite. Real love has no stipulations. Real love doesn't dishonor. Real love respects. Real love doesn't give up. Real love grows and learns new ways to love, the depths of every corner of another person's soul. Real love nourishes. Real love heals.