If love is not blindness that ignores reality,
and not merely a feeling that disappears at the first sign of disappointment,
then what is love?
Love is a context in which two lives can be lived meaningfully together.
It is not a reason to remain where there is violence, fear, or abuse.
But neither is it something we abandon simply because we are irritated, disappointed, or confronted by our differences.
Every meaningful relationship will contain moments when the distance between two people feels difficult to cross.
Love is not the absence of those moments.
Love is the creation of a life where crossing them remains worthwhile.
A life built with enough trust, respect, and shared purpose that both people can stand within it with dignity.
Not a perfect life.
Not an effortless life.
But one rich enough to be shared with pride,
and generous enough to contribute something good to the world beyond itself.