Love is a funny thing. You expect it to be easy. You expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies. You expect him to always say the right thing, and always know exactly how you feel, or exactly how to react to it. You expect him to calm you down when you're yelling ot to chase you when you run away.You expect so much that you feel entirely, utterly defeated when something doesn't exactly match up with all your plans. But that's the thing. Love isn't a plan. It doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or visible finish line to those deeply in it.

Love is so incredibly messy. People around you can't comprehended why you do the things you do, or why you fight so hard for something that seems to cause you so much pain, because simply, they can't see. They can't see the invisible ring of insanity the surrounds you when you're in love. It's iinconvenient and painful and devastating at times, but we can't live without it. What you don't lern is how hard love is. How much work it takes. How much ourselved we have to put into it. How it isn't worth it until we are complete and utter idiots about it.

 Life is a challenge, and so is love. Things never come easy in life. If they do, memories are rare, suffering won't get you though the tough times, there's nothing to look back on. There's no mistake that you learn from. In the end, it's all worth it.