Looks fade, as we age we encounter numerous health struggles, maybe undergoing surgeries and cancer treatments.
But couples who are in love go from strength to strength and are found to love each other more and more through all the stages of life.
Childbearing, health struggles, operations, etc.
How do you explain love?
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You can’t, you can only experience it. It’s like trying to explain color to someone that is blind.
In my eyes love is like bricks. Each time you go through life / hardships together you add a brick & eventually you build a house.
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For everyone its different cause everyone loves differently, for me its the need to do something for someone, this urge to do things for them, to keep them safe and happy, and that smile on their face doesn’t fade is love, and in return i just want acknowledgment that they like what im doing, nothing else. Thats love for me.
I really hope you’re not thinking about going thorugh all those wonderful things with a guy who’s never been in love. Or at least even knows what kind of a feeling it is and if he’s ready for it.
My fiance loves me for me and has proven it and she genuinely loves me and didn’t say so for some other motive.
She loves me so much that I hope to make her happy and do everything I can for her!
You just did ❤️
Love is choosing each other every day, it’s encouraging each other to grow and be a better version of themselves, it’s wanting to be a better version of yourself for you and them, it’s respecting and enforcing your own boundaries, it’s respecting their boundaries, it’s attraction, it’s connection, it feeling home when you’re together, it’s being able to let your walls down when you’re with them, it’s many other things too.
I would describe it as a choice, one that is incredibly easy some days and incredibly difficult on others. The modern world makes it very easy to walk away, but choosing to stay? That’s love, first and foremost, whatever emotions arise from that are a fruit of it.
Being in love is a great starting point of a relationship I believe.
Maintaining love on the other hand is a choice you make every time a difficult situation comes up or you have to remind yourself to do those romantic things to keep the flames alive. There are other things to do too when choosing love, but you get the idea.
Being in love is a great starting point to get to a loving relationship. Because it gives you something to chase after when times are hard and choosing love is difficult.
Explaining love is hard. It’s about experiencing and practicing I believe.
Being in love is when you can’t imagine your life without that special person and when you do, it’s unbearable. Being in love is giving that special person the very last cookie and genuinely watching them enjoy it because it makes them happy and that makes you happy. Being in love with that special person brings peace and joy to the soul.
When you care for someone more than yourself! I would literally take a bullet for her. Thirty years this summer!
My wife makes everything better simply by her presence. She can talk or not. She can be in our house but not in the same room. Hell just knowing she’s out there somewhere, existing and thinking of me makes me smile. I don’t want to ever be in a world where that’s not the case.
Why would you even try to explain it?
God is love
Being fucking stupid and loving it.
By showing him… allow him to feel loved and when he does, he’ll know
Love is the selfless ability to sacrifice for others when you know they will do the same for yiu
You can’t.
He’s heart needs to feel, and break first.
If he’s lucky, he may get that chance.
If not, he will live as an infantile cretin all his life and that’s his loss.
Love is only a feeling.
well as a woman, I don’t think you can.
love fundamentally means different things to men and women
I’d say is the feeling of caring for someone. Continuously wanting nothing but the best for them, to be part of their lives, to go on adventures together, to grow old together.
He has probably loved before. It is hard to go through life without at least getting that butterfly feeling about someone. Maybe it was a HS crush, or Linda from accounting that always wore those heels and walked like she owned the place. It could have even been Mark from shipping who always moved his hair to the right when he smiled, but wouldnt give you the time of day when Martha was around.
The only way I can explain it well and do it justice is to share my entire experience of dating. I hope I make it worth reading.
I spent 5 years straight trying to find love, ever since I turned 20, and really started to get out and explore the world. And for that entire duration, I genuinely didn’t know what love is.
I dated probably close to 30 different women, most of them only 1 date, and I talked to probably well over 100 that went nowhere due to lack of interest from either side.
I had 2 very short relationships, one where the woman actually didn’t want to be with me, she just kind of panicked and said “okay” when I asked her to be my girlfriend. She pretended everything was great for 2 months before she sent me a break-up text out of the blue. And the other one was SUPER interested in me, right from the start, which felt amazing, but something was off. She was way too nice, and it turned obsessive, then controlling, then manipulative, then straight up abusive. That lasted about 2 months as well, but fucked me up a bit longer.
And then, about half a year after that, after 6 months of not dating at all, I started talking to someone. She was engaging and responsive, funny, intelligent, actually had things to say, and was curious about me in return. And then we agreed to meet up at her place and watch some movies, and we walked some dogs she was dogsitting at the time. And she cooked me a fucking homemade dinner. Nobody had ever done that for me in my 5 years of dating. Nobody had even paid for my meal even one time. And her piercings, her tattoos, everything, she was fucking gorgeous.
I tried so hard not to fuck up, not to rush things, not to say stupid shit. And you know what? I did all of the above, and she did not care. At all. I fucked up, I even forgot the fucking wine on the first date that I said I was going to bring. That’s okay. She completely forgot it as well, and it wasn’t brought up until I left the morning after. I completely trauma dumped on her the first time we spent a night together. But that’s okay, because so did she. In fact, she even started it.
Even fate didn’t want things to go well, because on the same day we were going to go on our 2nd date, a few hours before, a dog she was dogsitting was mauled to death by a loose pitbull. I was completely prepared for her to cancel, and I would have been completely okay with it, any other girl would have cancelled, that’s fucking traumatic. But you know what? She still wanted me over. For comfort. I brought some food, we talked about it, watched movies and cuddled.
And I was going to learn from my past mistakes and not rush things. Well, whoops, we were already acting as a couple after a week, and after a month, I couldn’t resist asking her to be my girlfriend. It just felt right. And she said yes, enthusiastically.
And I was STILL thinking I wasn’t going to rush this. Whoops, I met her family 2 weeks after we got together. Whoops, I moved in after 6 months. Whoops we bought a house together after 1 year. I don’t know what happened. It just felt right, and she seemed to feel the same way back. She was the easiest person I’ve ever talked to, the funniest person I’ve ever met, just so goofy and light-hearted, and we had so much in common. She even said, “I love you” first 2 months after we met, and of course, I said it enthusiastically back.
Before I met her, I thought I had previously fallen in love with the first woman I was in a relationship with. I thought I had fallen in love with numerous women I had dated, but who weren’t interested back. I even said, “I love you” to the abusive one (She kept saying it to me, and guilt tripped me like crazy if I didn’t say it back) But that didn’t come even close to this one.
I never loved any of those women, I was just desperate to find love. This is my first actual love. Putting in effort for her didn’t feel like effort, I WANTED to do it, and she put in so much effort for me as well. She’s the first woman I’ve dated to ever give me flowers and give me a hand-written card.
And ever since, I’ve felt sorry for anybody who is stuck in just “okay” relationships for years, and they think they are in love because they have never experienced anything like this. I feel sorry for people who think you’re supposed to argue with your partner multiple times a month. No. We haven’t fought once. And if this should in any way not work out in the end, I will NEVER settle for less. I’d rather stay single than be with someone who doesn’t make me feel as good as she does.
And people might say I just got lucky, but I worked hard for this. In those 5 years, I really worked on myself, from one year to the next, I was a very different person, and each year, a better version of myself. She would not have liked me if she had met me 5 years earlier, or probably even 1 or 2 years earlier. And I also think that some of the people I dated could have been just as good, but they just weren’t interested because of who I was. But she’s the only one who finally accepted me for who I am, and that’s why she is the only person I will commit to for as long as she will let me. That is love.