Love

Love is supposed to make you feel seen and heard.
To be open and willing.
To have patience, even when starving.

Love is looking past the outer view, looking inside, and falling for the soul.
Seeing past someone's faults or their old self, and looking at the present, seeing how far they have come.

Love is confidence, knowing the truth, and singing.
Love is not shy or concerned about others hearing or seeing.
It only looks at you and loudly says,
"I love you."

Love is happiness and fun—messing around and falling even more in love.

It's an old record with scratches, but when you play it, it sounds brand new, like magic.

It's talking when something is wrong, listening, and working it out.
Love is noticing something, even if they don't say it out loud.

That is what love is.
That's how it's supposed to feel.
And that is what makes it so rare.

Because it's a one-in-a-million chance.
And it's one in a million to find that someone who's just right.

The old to your new, or the new to your old.

It will be the someone who loves you more in hail than in snow.