Love is not breakfast in bed… love is a box of tissues and a bottle of Nyquil when you have a cold. Love is not chocolates for Valentine’s Day, love is chocolate during “that time of the month”. Love is not cut flowers… love is remembering to water the potted plants. Love is not fireworks… love is friendship. Love is not perfections… love is compromise.
We do not expect the love of family and friends to complete us. We do not expect their love to make us happy. We do not expect their love to be perfect. We do not expect them to be perfect. So why do we force these unrealistic ideals on romantic relationships? We search for “soul mates” who can make our lives better, when we lack the ability to make it better for ourselves. We more readily and easily accept the imperfections in those closest to us, yet we deny the possibility that our lovers can be imperfect.
What do these ideals do to us? Do they keep us from loving? When our lover has a flaw, do our ideals cause us to discard them to search for someone “better”? Do we use our ideals to shield ourselves? Are these ideals the walls we build around our hearts to keep from feeling, loving, hurting?
“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” 1 Corinthians 4-7