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I've been thinking about this a while...what is love? See to me, love isn't a perfect relationship between two perfect people. I've been thinking about this a lot while I've been feeling homesick I think love is choosing to stick by someone's side even when everything goes wrong. It's choosing to stay with them because they make waking up every morning a little more bearable. It's when you can be sarcastic with one another and get mad for six seconds but then get over it because you secretly like it. It's when they're stubborn every hour of every day yet you put up with it anyway. It's when they fix their eyes on you and its enough to calm you down. it's when they're brave enough to hit you because you're treating them wrong. It's when they're there through everything no matter what, and at the end of the day, despite whats happened. Thats love to me. It's no fairytale but It's something alright.