Love isn’t romantic, it isn’t emotional. Love is an act. Love is a choice. Love is humble and grateful. Love carries weight. Love doesn’t mean I want to have your babies. Love doesn’t mean I’m setting the wedding date. Love means I care about you as a person because I can see the humanity in you. Love is talking about the hard things in order to understand and show compassion because life isn’t easy. Love is knowing that someone isn’t perfect, but you see them. You see them for who they are, not for who you want them to be, and you love them just the same. Even though I’m angry writing this post, it comes from a place of love. When you want the best for people, sometimes you get angry with them, but you love them through it all.