It’s hard to love someone in your twenties. You see new things all the time, you meet new people almost everyday and life gets a bit messy as you obtain and learn more about yourself. So a girl can get a bit crazy when it comes to love. And I will admit I was crazy, (My poor love). I put him through some serious crazy ex girlfriend stuff. I am talking Carrie Underwood, “Before He Cheats” material. However, he put me through some rubbish too. I never stopped loving him. And that was a choice. Yes love is a feeling. However, it is our choice as humans to keep that love alive. A choice we make every single day. I will love you, now, forever and always.
Society puts so much pressure on being in the moment, yet, when we love in the moment it becomes fleeting. Feelings are fleeting, that’s why you can cry and laugh two minutes later. True love, is no longer a feeling it’s a choice.
True love is filled with moments, and memories. Good and bad. It’s a compilation of your past together and the plans you have made together. It’s the choices you have made individually and the choices you make together becoming unison and forming a life, regardless of the result of the choices.
My father he worked nights and often would sleep on the couch because he didn’t want to wake my mother who worked a regular scheduled job. But every single morning he would wake up to be with her. I never understand as a child why my father napped all the time but now I realize. He would come home from work at two/three in the morning and wake up each morning to make my moms coffee, sit and have breakfast with her. This was a choice he made, to work nights, but he chose my mother every single day so he would wake up and be with her. That’s true love. It’s not a feeling, like the butterflies you have on the first date; it’s a commitment to make love work.
I am currently living over seas. It has not been easy and a sense of abandonment is normal for my significant other to feel. However, we are doing everything we can to make it work. We are in our twenties and if we both chose to devote our every opportunity we encountered with each other, I know we would regret it. But we are still choosing this love. The time change is not easy. And the butterfly feeling certainly isn’t there every time we FaceTime. This is probably due to that fact that our interactions occur on his lunch break when I am heading to bed or me waking up at five am to say good night to him. These are the choices we make. To say good night/ good morning to each other because as these last six weeks of me being away drags on, we are still choosing each other and our love every day. And just like my father waking up every morning, we are turning our love into true love.