Loving me isn't easy

  Wearing: The Arbor (Itaty) poncho, two-tone sequin leggings, Aldo platform boots, Balenciaga Tote, Zara biker glovesLove. Still kinda stuck on it and what it really means to me.  Recently, my relationship has gone through a dynamic change in situations, a change which required a lot of thinking, consideration and deliberation.  One change which led me to question a commitment I have to someone I care dearly and sincerely about.  It is one of those trying times where we ask if it is really enough to just really care about someone. Each day, I hear of friends in sucessful relationships and friends glorifying in the rays of single-dom, but neither affects me as I am fully aware of the different ways each person handles a relationship.  What I hear more of are complaints of relationships gone wrong or a first impressions much mistakened, neither which are feelings anyone would like to experience. Now, to ask me what love means to me, is like asking a college mathematics professor if he approves of quantum mathematics theories: unnecessary and obvious.  I am a hopeless romantic.  I fall down from the safe haven of love only to tend to my wounds and jump up with a renewed and unwavering passion for the next opportunity.  I would run for miles to the end of the world for the guy who would stand by me.& I am lucky to have that. To me, love is when he tells me "You are awesome" every morning.When he smiles when I yell at him.When he tells the world "She is the most amazing woman. Ever."When he tells me that I have beautiful eyes. (Everyone thinks I do not)When he orders everything I want to eat even before I get to look at the menu.When he watches all the movies I want to watch at the cinema.When he wants to take me to all the 'Boys night-out' outings.When he talks to me when we are out with friends just because, "I want to spend every moment I have with you."When he links pinkies with me under the dining table.Yet, the moment I realised I was in love was when I was eating a bowl of pho, slurpping greedily and splattering soup all over my shirt.  In the midst of my messiness, I looked up.  He was looking at me with 'that' smile on his face.  'That' smile was one that spoke volumes.  It said, "Valerie. I love you. You are beautiful."  As suddenly as that moment came, it drifted back into the normal realms for everyday emotions.  We exchanged smiles and I knew in the pits of my heart, that feeling I have is love.To ask me what love means to me is a simple question.  It's when annoying habits and stereotypical men's behavīor are tolerable.  It's that simple lurch over an emotional hurdle to jumpstart all unknown possibilites.  It's that urge to be a better person and seek for self improvement.  It's like every chapter in a book, we start with hopes that the content will surprise, entertain and touch us.  Most importantly, we hope that we turn each page in anticipation of what comes next. That's love.A continous self-less journey to enjoying each moment with someone who makes you become a better version of you.I will walk with you. Anywhere & everywhere.***Side note: I will be in Japan for a week!:) No blogging. See you in a week.Happy Halloween.*