Love is easy.
It's that first smile that lets you know this is something special.
That touch that feels like an electric current through your body.
Smiles of a newborn that fill a space you didn't know was empty.
Love is hard.
It's that moment when it all falls apart.
The longing for something that you think might never come.
The tears of a child that you can't sooth away.
Love is young.
First loves are true loves.
The rush of everything new. Butterflies and shaky hands.
Overwhelming passions and impulsive decisions.
Love is old.
Last loves are deep loves.
Comfort in knowing who you are and what you need.
Deep passions and lasting decisions.
Love is ageless.
Love is timeless.
Love is everlasting.
Love is fleeting.
Love is all you need.
Love is sometimes not enough.
Love is the hand reaching out to you as you slip a ring on a finger. Promises made.
Love is the hand reaching out to you to grasp as you mourn a deep loss. Promises kept.
Love is everything.