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I never understood "love." It seems like more of a burden than bliss.
It doesn't aid me in training. It doesn't help me sleep at night. It doesn't get me through every battle. It doesn't make me angry and happy at the same time. It doesn't know how to bring me up when I think there's nothing worth it left. It doesn't push me to be my best.
But he does.
It hasn't seen me at my worst. It hasn't made me smile when I didn't want to. It hasn't given me a reason to wake up every day.
But he has.
"Love" won't be there for me when I'm injured. "Love" won't be there when I feel alone. "Love" won't make me laugh with its stupid jokes. "Love" won't push me through every day.
But he will.
Whatever "love" means, I'd never experienced it.
Until I met him.