Love comes in many different shades of color.
Whenever love exists between two individuals, it is — at the very least — slightly different than any love that existed before it, and any love that will exist after it.
Love is created between two individuals, and just as no two individuals are the same, neither can the love between them be the same, however, love is still love.
When we see it, we recognize it — no matter how many shades lighter or darker it may be than anything we've previously experienced.
If I had to describe love in one sentence, I would describe it as such: Love is that which we believe worth fighting for.
How much we are willing to fight for it, how much we are willing to suffer for it and give up for it lets us know how true it really is.
The only love worth having is the one worth fighting for — because anything short of that just isn't love.
If you aren't willing to fight for it, then you clearly don't want it enough.
It doesn't matter whether we're talking about life goals or lovers, if you aren't willing to fight for them, if you aren't willing to get your hands dirty, to go out of your way and make an effort to hold on to them, then you just don't want them enough.
And regardless of whether it's a goal or other, if you don't want it enough, then you don't deserve it.
