Love is not effort. 
Love is not dismissing things that feel completely out of alignment. Love is not blaming me for things you haven’t told me. 
Love is not by accident. 
Love is not half commitments and false promises. 
Love is not feeling on edge wondering how many women you’re talking to. 
Love is not tolerating you compulsorily flirting with women because you need the attention to feel whole. 
Love is not having constant anxiety and feeling like you cheating on me is just around the corner. 
Love is not saying you want to marry me and then running to the nearest pussy when things get hard. 
Love is not trying to work through infidelity by texting the woman you cheated on me with the next day. 
Love is not you scaring the shit out of me, playing mind games on my birthday, and calling it a prank. 
Love is not me having to rehabilitate your soul and psyche just so we can be together. 
Love is not me working through your trauma for you. 
Love is not me being your rock. 
Love is us standing side by side as mountains. 
Love is not devoting your life to me but for us. 
Love is not lowering my standards to accommodate your poor ones. Love is not you working on yourself only if you’re assured you get me at the end. 
Love is not your empty words. Love is a verb. Love is backed by action. Love is loving myself enough to walk away.