walk in love.

Sometimes I think that genuine love is the only thing that's real. That everything else either flows from or is the opposite of it.

We either have it, or we lack it. Either way, it comes to define us. It's not just a fleeting feeling, something you feel when first kissed or that leaves when you get cut off on the freeway. Love (or a lack thereof) is a way of life.

And one day you meet a person that makes you want to achieve that lifestyle. Someone who makes you want to be your best self; the person who loves at all times.

Little by little, day by day, you begin to shrug the small things opposing love and breathe in deep the ones encouraging it. And you grow.

You become what you were made to become.