Love is a lonely place. In a tug of war of hearts, there are no victors. Unless you lay down your sword and shield, you don’t know true love.
Love is its own reward. It is counter intuitive to self-preservation. To live a life of love is to resolve yourself to a life of sacrifice.
You don’t truly love someone if you can’t accept how they are. You must also love yourself enough to not to accept less than who you are.
Love is a paradox. The moment you start trying to make sense out of love is the moment you cease to love. And if you don’t believe what I’m saying about love, please let me direct your attention to the example of Jesus Christ. Ha!