They are going to tell you that love looks a certain way, feels a certain way, behaves a certain way. They will tell you that it is only Christian and always has its hair slicked back perfectly and always wears the newest threads. They will tell you that you will need to spend months and months with it to even recognize that it is love. They will tell you that every single person in your current tribe has to accept it.
But then you will meet someone that makes you laugh the way you used to before you had so many responsibilities in this world. You won’t be able to stop thinking about them and will find yourself breaking the ‘three day text rule.’ Their hair will be messy and their style will be far from yours. And you will just know. Yet, your tribe will question your decisions, and wonder how you possibly could:
Embrace messy hair, sweatpants, no makeup and glasses on. Laugh at the corniest of jokes and praise the most mundane moments. Smell their dirty t-shirt over and over again. Drive across the country to support them in whatever hobby they have taken up this month. Sleep in the tiny hard space next to them in the stoic hospital room as they fight for their life. Listen to music you always claimed to hate. Forgive mistakes you never thought you could, and never bring them up again. Hold them after your arm has gone numb just so they can get a few more minutes of sleep. Communicate when you’d rather cry because you know they would never intentionally hurt you.
But, love, that is only because they have not experienced the unconditional. Hold on to it, and if anyone ever tells you that you are crazy for it, hold on even tighter. There are so few genuine things left in this world. Hold onto to what you found.