Recently I've gotten into looking back on my old Facebook posts from years past. Most of them are cringe worthy, and quite a few of them reference people that I'd never speak so highly of now.
I was looking back on this day in years past when I found a status from 2011 that says "Love, thy name is waking-up-at-seven-in-the-damn-morning-and-being-ok-with-this." And for the first time I finally give credit to 21-year-old me for having a bit of wisdom.
Because love, thy name is movie nights and aquariums and late night adventures, yes. Love thy name is hugs and smiles and gifts. But love has many names.
Love, thy name is listening to their pain, their broken hearts over girls that aren't you.
Love, thy name is learning about other pains of the past.
Love, thy name is trusting with your pain as well, letting the walls break down no matter how terrified you may be of what will happen when you do.
Love, thy name is investments of time you make between everything else, money you don't have much of to begin with, hard work that you find the energy for somehow.
Love, thy name is caring, thinking, remembering, being present, waiting, being consistent, holding, trying, falling, flying.
Love, thy name is waking-up-at-seven-in-the-damn-morning-and-being-ok-with-this.
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