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real love. it's not the beach pictures and the silly selfies. it's not the "you look so good together" and the "we have so much in common." it's not the trips, the amount of time you've been together, or geography. no, real love is simple. it's not on a stage. and it's not analyzed and assessed by other people from the outside looking in. we tend to make it really complicated, but in reality, it's totally, perfectly, amazingly simple. real love is based on real love. and that means it wants the best, no matter what. real love finds and accepts people for who they are, but then somehow makes them want to be the absolute best version of themselves. it's eyes that see perfection through all the quirks and habits and features other people would see as imperfections. it's the times doing nothing feels like everything. when the world and time and everything else completely stops, and frozen in time are you and that other heart. but mostly, real love is strength. it's wanting the one you love to love themselves. totally. fully. without limits. it's wanting that so much that you spend a lifetime helping them see all the things that make them wonderful. and it's wanting them to love themselves more than they love you. much more. real love is real. and pure. and in its truest form, it's completely selfless. wanting what is best for another heart. even if it's not yours.