Love, like trust, is a privilege not a right. It is something you have to be given, not something you can take by force. It takes hard work, dedication, laughter, and tears. Love is staying up all night on the phone together. Not saying a word just listening to each other breath. Love is saying sorry whether you’re wrong or right. Love is a snow storm in the eye of a hurricane. Love is the warmth of the sunlight on your skin. Love is passion and tenderness and fear and frustration. Love is beautiful and terrible. Love is giving all of yourself to another person and trusting them not to drop you.