What love is

[MrsSeptemberPenguin]

A good friend of mine wrote this, and I find it very true.
On What Love Is

Love is sacrifice. Love is being willing to give up some of your own
happiness for the happiness of another. Love is giving up some of your
time
to be there for someone when they need you the most; when they need a
shoulder to cry on, or when they simply need someone to talk to. Love
is
being willing to not only tell someone your own problems, but to also
listen
to theirs. Love is always telling the truth, no matter how hard it may
be.
Love is trusting someone enough to know that they’re always telling you
the
truth. Love is being willing to suffer for someone else. Love is giving
up
some of your own desires to help someone else accomplish theirs. Love
is
being willing, if given the choice, to give your life to save the life
of
another. Love is being willing to go out of your way to do something
nice
for someone else. Love is understanding. Love is being able to look at
life
through someone else’s eyes, to be able to put yourself in their shoes.
Love
is being able to understand why someone does something, without having
to be
told. Love is knowing when, and understanding why, someone just wants
to be
left alone. Love is knowing when something is bothering someone. Love
is
knowing when, and understanding why, someone no longer wants to talk,
yet
still wants the comfort of your presence. Love is helpful. Love is
comforting. Love is being there for someone. Love is being willing to
drop
what you’re doing to help someone figure things out. Love is being
willing
to help someone through their problems, no matter how long it takes.
Love is
knowing just the right things to say, just the right things to do, to
comfort someone best. Love is knowing what to say to someone, knowing
what
will help them the most. Love is giving the advice that only someone
looking
in from the outside can give, not having to worry about whether or not
they’ll listen. Love is knowing when to stop giving advice, knowing
when
you’re pushing too hard, and to let someone make their own mistakes.
Love is
being there for someone, waiting for them to return, after they’ve made
a
mistake. Love is knowing how things must be put in order for someone to
listen best. Love is forgiveness. Love is forgiving someone every time
they
say something that hurts you, realizing they didn’t truly mean it. Love
is
looking past someone’s appearance on the outside, and looking deeper.
Love
is looking past someone’s faults, looking to their personality, their
character; seeing their good traits, the good things about them. Love
isn’t
based on looks at all; love is based upon the attraction of
personalities,
of character. Love is being patient with someone, to not get mad at
them for
being frustrating at times. Love is knowing that we all make mistakes;
nobody’s perfect. Love is being able to look back on a relationship,
remembering only the good times, forgetting the bad. Love is joyful.
Love is
knowing someone as well as, if not better than, you know yourself. Love
is
knowing the best way to cheer someone up, to put a smile on their face,
no
matter how bad their day may have been. Love is giving up some of your
own
desires to bring joy into someone else’s life. Love is going out of
your way
to be with someone, simply because you enjoy their presence. Love is
faithful. Love is sticking around through to the bitter end. Love is
never
just leaving someone else behind. Love is never giving up on someone;
never
giving up on helping someone figure things out. Love is continually
trying
to work out one’s issues with someone else. Love is inspiring. Love is
inspiring someone to strive to be better, to draw closer to God. Love
is
inspiring someone to try and always do the right thing, to try and
always
make the right decision. Love is something which you learn over time;
true
love can never just happen. Love, in this sense, takes a lifetime to
learn.
Love is, in this sense, growing old with someone; being able to look
back at
your life together and say that there’s nobody you would’ve rather have
spent your life with. But, after all this, one can merely scratch the
surface of what true love is; for the human mind, or, rather, the human
heart, can never fully understand love. Love is incomprehensible to our
simple minds. Love is too complicated to be completely put into words.
Love
is not just how you feel inside; love is how you show it to those
around
you. Love is not just showing it to those you like; love is showing it
to
everyone, whether you like them or not. Love is friendship. Love is
family.
Love is no mere emotion; love is a way of life. Love is, in its truest
form,
God.
By: Anonymous