l.o.v.e.

I deliberated for a while today about what I think love is, I thought first of all the things its not before I finally landed on this, at least for a while until I change my mind: love looks like doing what is best for someone, it is a promise, not to succeed (since no one will ever love anyone else perfectly), but to never give up trying. every day you will not love someone as well as you could but love isn't conditional, so it doesn't give up. and its messy too. really messy, and hard. but even if you fail more than you succeed, loves virtue is in its endurance, not its perfection. you cease to love not when you fail to love as well as you could, but when you choose not to try and love at all.