Real Love.

Love is beautiful. Though in its beauty, is not perfection. So we shouldn't expect as such.

Real love is imperfect, complex, frail, flawed.

Love can bring you up, but it can also tear you down. Love can make you stronger, but at times can make you weaker. Love can give you happiness, but it can also make you realise sadness.

Just because it has its down sides, doesn't mean it's not real.

Yes, love is selfless. But when you love, it causes you to want to be loved; it's the selfish part of love. Because we'd give so much for love, we give part of ourselves to the one we love, leaving ourselves incomplete. And when that happens, we need the one we love to give part of them too, to us, so that we both can be complete, together.

It's weird. But everybody wants to feel complete. That's just how love is.

Real love demands effort, courage, reciprocity. Everybody who loves, would want, would need their love to be returned.

Real love is flawed, especially when it's incomplete. It's easy to see that it is less than what we expected it to be and just leave. But maybe, just maybe, if it is complete, it would evolve into something more beautiful than anything we have ever imagined.

Please, have faith. Don't give up. Not just yet.