Love is about decisions. You will not be able to love a person who is not able to make decisions, manage his life, make plans. Conversely, seeing a confident person next to you, you will strive to be the same. If someone crumples, then there will be no happiness - there will be eternal pulling and begging. Love turns out to be strong in spirit, the weak have only to be brought up.

Love is about touching. I cannot imagine a relationship where people do not show tenderness, but live like passengers in a trolleybus, rub against each other just because they go together to the end. When you love, you want to stroke your cheek, pat your hair, kiss, hug, touch. Tactile compatibility is pretty much everything. If they don't stroke you, maybe they don't like you?

Love is about explanations. You do not have to describe in detail each of your steps if you are both at the same time, for each other, because at the cellular level you understand the motives, causes and desired consequences. You just understand why the second one is yelling or sad, and you know what and how you need to tell him to let him go. Love is about skillfully training emotions in natural conditions, taming, in short.

Love is about conscious loyalty. You just realize in one fine moment that a lot of men are better, taller, stronger, more successful, but you no longer choose with your mind - you chose him with goose bumps, warm palms, wild tachycardia at your meetings, and others , of course, it can be cooler, but it's yours, that's all.

Love is about generosity. You open your soul for him, without calculating the possible benefits, you love him without looking back at past pain or failure - you love him generously, from your heart, without putting yourself mental limits. To fly is to fly, to love is to love. And the most important thing is that you see that you are not being tried by mouth, you see the same open soul with all its scars, bruises and the same desire to make love right now in the back seat of the car.

Love is when you both feel at the top, even if you are running wet to the skin after a trolleybus that has left.