May this kind of love be me so I can attract the same kind ✨ (journal entry)

 The more I grow old, the more I understand that love really is a choice.

Of all the people, of all the choices, you choose to be with that someone. Along with their personal challenges, family struggles, and financial situation.

Life is already hard as it is, and yet you choose to make extra effort to make your relationship work. You offer a hand, choose to be inconvenienced by them, make them feel loved and taken care of. Knowing that you may not get exactly the same thing in return. You do it anyway.

There will be bad times, sad moments, challenges. You'll piss off each other, get disappointed with each other. You'll have to make hard decisions and come to an agreement together. Both of you will change as you grow. And yet, you still choose to be with them. As a partner, a best friend, a family.

It's not an easy feat. To make space so that person can come in. To co-create a new life with them. You'll probably get tired along the way, ask yourself at some point why you're doing this in the first place. Still, you choose to stay. Because you know love isn't always easy. And your person knows this too.

You both understand love isn't only present at the beginning or toward the end, but also in the in-between. It's there even in silence, in boring days, in mundane things. And it's okay.

You wouldn't trade the love you have for anything else.