Love is work

  Love is a feeling of wholeness when you are together ... Enough bullshit!   Love is not always perfect. This is not a fairy t...

 

Love is a feeling of wholeness when you are together ... Enough bullshit!

 
Love is not always perfect. This is not a fairy tale or storybook. And not always come easily.
Love is overcoming the obstacles standing challenges, struggle to be together, loyalty never leave.

This is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define and impossible to live without it.
Love is work, but more than anything, love is realizing that every hour, every minute and every second is worth because you are together.

Love to wake up to your loved one and see his smile. One trembling heart when you meet his eyes and imagine old age with him. Love is unexpected kiss insatiable longing, the sense of integrity when you are together.

Bullshit! Slops, which the Hollywood movie machine wash our brains.

Love is neither romance nor butterflies in the stomach and even less kisses and longings. Not in real life. In real life love is work. 24/7. Relentless, exhausting, frustrating, sometimes on the verge they refuse. Love is for the wise ... or at least the best psychoanalysts.

Love to throw their shoes and enter into the shoes of the other. And even if you shake - to stop talk to swallow the pain and give them a chance. And your favorite shoes - stay somewhere, somehow.
Love to Frying your ego and make compromises doing them quietly and without nagging them. To realize that you will not always be first. It is not necessary. It should not be a problem. Not only is it not in the middle. Very often you will even outside the periphery.

Love is to accept that you will be overlooked because of work, friends, freedom-loving habits and other spheres of proving yourself where you do not attend. Love is to accept this fact with wisdom and understanding. Quiet and confident.

Love to swallow when your pride is hurt. To squeeze teeth and accept it philosophically, with patience. Giving second, third, fourth chance for love is work, and sometimes the results come slowly.

Love to scrape stone with perseverance, just as it does water. With quiet confidence and conscious strategy.
Love is to be self-sufficient in the evenings in which one worked late. To retreat when the long anticipated trip will not take place because one can not. Watching philosophical dirty socks because ... for God's sake, these are just some socks.

Love is waiting, to accept, to understand, to modify and fit to be reduced if you need to swallow, even bitterness ... Because where there are two people need work. Labor, time and perseverance, while two people start working as one and the self become.
Everything else is just dusted furniture and overexposed Hollywood contraptions.