The Beauty Of Loving

It is about choosing that person during your hardest, most excruciating times, to pick them over and over whilst drowning in anything that can drown you, to know that if you're going down you only ever want to have them by your side.
It is about sharing those moments. The ace ones, and the amiss one, and the rainy day ones.
It is choosing them in the most difficult of times, and also the most ordinarily humane ones. turning these thick, thespian moments into ones of puns and jokes, not to change the subject but because that's what easy things are. Taking the bad and dumping in your most human emotions, and going through it with your hands laced together. No direction for your emotions.
Loving someone should be easy. Yes, it may get hard, maybe painfully so in these specific times, but loving should never be hard. It must be this vast, soul-consuming, yet gloriously effortless simplicity. It must feel like there is more connecting between the two of you than just the two of you. They reach for your hand, and instantaneously reaching out feels more like some powerful mutuality.
It is about finding a person who can make you feel like a person. A better person. It's about that inexplicable connection between your heart and your mind and that feeling you get when they smile at you, when they look at you.
When they look about you, their eyes. It always has something to do with the eyes. They don't struggle to understand anything you do, instead they already understand even without quite knowing yet.
It is about looking into each others eyes and just getting it right, along with that gentleness, that tenderness, it always floated around them in each sweet exchange of glances. Understanding each of their thoughts without actually knowing and then accepting whatever follows.
That's the beauty of it.