I get it.
It's hard to describe what a strawberry milkshake tastes like unless you've experienced strawberries.
True love feels like looking out your kitchen window at 7 am to see your beloved digging into potting soil and planting flowers you love to surprise you and because he'd rather his hands get dirty than yours.
Imagine feeling seen that way.
True love feels like compassion. It feels safe. It feels like you know someone has your back. It feels like a partnership.
It does not feel abrasive, frightening, rigid, inflexible, like a power-play, domineering, minimizing, or condescending.
Love feels patient, even when you are in the wrong--your partner does not seek your...