What is love? Many people think that love is looking past someone's imperfections and being with them anyways, others think love should be easy, simple, that it should just happen on its own. Me? I disagree with all of that.

Love isn't easy, and it isn't about just looking past an imperfection that bothers you. It's the opposite. Real love is about not being afraid to tell them that you disagree with their lifestyle. It's listening to them tell you that your "amazing singing voice" actually sounds like a dying whale and kind of gives them a headache. It's not looking past these things, but learning to work on them together, or at least laugh about it.

Love isn't the butterflies, or the chill bumps, or even the longing. All of that is infatuation. The love? It's passion and drama. It's screaming at each other until two am and then crying together. It's being so sad you don't think you'll make it through the night and then laughing until morning. It's hating each other one minute, and holding each other the next, and not even being able to make it through an argument without cracking a smile, no matter how mad you are.

It's so much more than holding hands and kissing, or even sex. It's about the rush emotions you feel on a day to day basis. It's about the work you put in and not the results you get out. It is work, it is hard. Love doesn't just come to you, you have to fight for it. And believe me, it's worth it. I know we all want to take the easy way out, stay with the person who you don't have to work for instead of finding the one that will set your soul on fire, we're afraid of being burned or just too lazy to ignite a flame. Ignite the flame. Get burned. Because the fire is beautiful and wonderful, and worth it.

I know we all want to believe in the fairy tales that Disney showed us as kids. The young girl meets a handsome guy and they immediately fall in love and then happily ever after. But what we forget is the adversity they must first face before they get to the happily ever after. The evil stepmothers, and wicked villains but in reality that's the realist part. You don't just move past them and forget they're there. You go through them. You fight, together.

You'll never find someone who agrees with you on everything, who finds everything you do cute, funny, or interesting, and if you do, then they're probably lying and in a year or two you will resent them for that and they will resent you as well. When you meet "the one" you'll know, because you'll fight about everything. From how high you play the radio, to which sport is the worst, to baby names. You'll argue about the paint on the wall, and the color of the sky because all of that fire has to go somewhere, am I right?

I once had someone tell me that if they weren't arguing with you, then they really didn't care. I remember thinking that was the dumbest thing I had ever heard, and then I got it. If they weren't arguing, then they weren't trying, they were giving up, they didn't care. The fire was gone, therefore there was no need to let it out.

I don't know exactly what love is, other than an increase of adrenaline, dopamine, and serotonin, but what I can tell you is that it's hard, and it's tiresome, and it's the best thing you will ever feel.