WHAT IS LOVE?

A terrible beauty; a ruthless one. 

 
 

I was afraid. I had sworn I would never let someone take so much of my heart and soul that it would wither away to nothing once he was gone. I was afraid of the tears, I was afraid of the vulnerability that loving entails.
I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful – but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one. Almost like a wilderness of pain. 

Yet, I threw myself into these emotions and exposed my fragmented, contradictory self to him. I didn't care what was coming, I just knew I wanted to be with him.
And now I know that love is deliberate. Love is hard and excruciating. It is pain and it is sacrifice. Love is about seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship. 

What is love to you?