The Things They Won't Tell You
It's not everything you grow up being told it will be. It's things you have yet to understand like:
Tearful surrender on the cold kitchen floor at 4AM. Because pride has no place when you desperately need her to not walk out that door.
Showing up at the bar where she ran away to dance with someone else in a fit of rage and holding her hair back as she pukes, because you hurt her bad this time with what you said.
Picking up the phone to call her even when she yells that you better never speak to her ever again because you can't imagine never speaking to her again.
Kissing her on the forehead after you discover she betrayed you, because you will betray her too, when you least expect it.
Talking until your stomach hurts and your eyes are nearly swollen shut from tears just to let her know how much you love her, you do understand her, because you will need her to do the same someday.
Not telling her what you found out, no matter how juicy it is, no matter how much you want someone else to shoulder the pain with, because it will tear her apart.
The best love is nothing that anyone will ever tell you about. It will be as unique as snowflakes, fingerprints. It will be yours and no one else will speak it but her.
So when you get tempted to break up with your first girlfriend because she wasn't the princess you saw on your summer Disney cruise as a child, read this again, and again, and again, and hold on to her with everything you have.
Because all of the tears, murky waters, sweat, surrender, blackness, struggling is what builds true love that is strong enough to conquer the world.