I won't marry for love.
If I had chosen love above all, I would've been alone in my conquest. I would have chosen to grow old with someone who didn't value me as much as I did he. I would have committed to someone who could never completely commit to me. If I had married for love, I would have divorced for hatred.
I will marry for devotion and attentiveness and friendship and compromise and comfort and support, but I won't marry for love.
I will live my life for someone who puts me first in all things. I will marry someone who walk along the ground of the ocean if it meant I could find happiness. I will partner with someone who notices when my voice wavers and prods when I say everything is okay. I will go home at night to someone who celebrates small achievements and takes me in his arms when the world is against me. I will fall asleep next to someone who will keep eye contact with me until my eyes fail to open again.
But I won't marry for love.