I had a high school teacher who informed me that I was in love with being in love. She was convinced that I would be married and divorced over and over, because I loved falling in love. I always thought she was right. I mean I had a ridiculous amount of marriage proposals. I fell in love over and over. I was in love with the ideal of true love.
This last week taught me that I was wrong. I am not in love with being in love. And I am not in love with the ideal of true love. I have true love. True love isn't about fairy tales or long walks on the beach or roses everyday. True love isn't what you see in the movies.
True love is sitting by your love's hospital bed. True love is showering your spouse after surgery, changing their bandages, and helping them get dressed. True love is about the ups and downs. Holding hands and hearts through it all.
I am so glad that teacher was wrong. I am not in love with being in love. I am in love with being married to my soulmate.
