learning love.

love is work. love is terror, and beauty, and truth. love is crying because you said the wrong thing and waking up in the morning tangled with your love. love is never losing that sense of wonder in another person, and being able to lock your arms around them and hold them tight in a time of sadness. love is losing everything you've ever learned about yourself in another person. love is fear, and embracing it with two arms, and relaxing into its fear-body, letting the darkness wash over you until you get to the light. love isn't anything, but it's everything at once, all the moments and parts of the universe coming together, in you.