Love

Love is when you have someone all figured out
But they surprise you.
And, for some reason, surprising you is the best thing they can do.
Love is when you realize the thing that bothers you about a person
Is actually their greatest strength,
Something you should have nurtured (you always saw it as a threat).

Love is when you choose between emotions.
Love is when there’s imperfection and you don’t care.
Love isn’t a list of benefits, but the end of a life-long search.
Love is an instinct, a philosophy, and a choice.
Love is a drug and a poison.