"Thanks," he said quietly, "for always being there. For putting up with all of this," he motioned, "for putting up with me."

She was thoughtful for a while.

"Maybe that’s what love is," she shrugged, slipping her hand in his. "Looking at someone and thinking, ‘what’s with this guy - he’s the biggest twerp in the world’. And rolling your eyes while knowing full well that after a long day his arms are still the perfect home.

"And maybe that’s exactly it." She said, "knowing he’s a dork and loving him anyway. Maybe it’s as simple as saying ‘I know you’re not perfect but you’re mine, and I’d choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that.

"I hope," she nodded, "it’s as simple as that. Because I’d still choose you today, tomorrow and everyday after that."

—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #62 <Strong>
People say that love is blind. They say that when you fall in love, you see the person perfectly, flawless even.
But that doesn’t make any sense. LUST is when you see someone perfectly. Its when you try to be perfect for them too.
LOVE is when you fall for someone because you think they are perfect, and when you realize they aren’t; you love them even more. Love is when you know they aren’t perfect but you love them anyway.
That’s the difference between lust and love. That’s how you know if its love.
—  What is love? (crimson-daisies)