A Little Truth About Love
I think many people have misconceptions of love.
Love isn't what you can give materially. You can't simply buy someone with fancy jewellery or shiny objects of similar interest. If it's possible, the materialism will discipate into a hole of emptiness where a true sentiment of happiness should be.
Neither should you think that, because you compromise one thing, you should expect another in return immediately.
I think love is a sort of balance between compromise and sacrifice. But it should also be the thought of giving willingly without an expectation of anything in return because you know it'll come anyway, somewhere down the line in unexpected ways.
Love is changing the soap bar you use because your other half loves the smell and you love the smile that comes with it when they notice, and you know they will. Love is making a meal for your better half because you know that they don't particularly feed themselves properly, so you want to see them strong and healthy. Love is retrieving their sock from the vastness of your room because it's from their favourite pair; and it's also feeding them beef jerky when they move too sluggishly if they've been drinking, because to them, it's like delicacy that tastes marvellous only at that time. Even though they're very gratuitous, you only really care about their satisfaction.
It's the small things that go further than 'my partner bought me a car', to which they probably expect to receive similar things in the (near) future.
It's 'are you feeling okay?', 'you feeling better?' And 'I'm going to take care of you until you do. I bought you a galaxy bar to help'.
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