Real love is not needy. It’s the freedom to express who you are in your truest form(s), and to feel safe doing so.
Real love is being able to listen; wanting to listen, even when you are tired. Even when you disagree.
Real love entails respect. A respect for one another’s mind, thoughts, ideas, and being.
Real love is generous, and never selfish or calculative with its time, energy, or resources.
Real love ignites passion; not necessarily just in each other, but for life, art, and experiences because it makes you open your eyes to exploring love in all its glorious, worldly, humanly forms. Love makes you curious and hungry for life.
Real love means having faith. That even if they may not belong to you in this lifetime, you wish them happiness with whomever they are with, and the choices they make IN this lifetime.
And although I’m not religious, I find the following to be undoubtedly true:
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonour others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”
— Corinthians 13:4-8