Love is not shallow. If you dive in and jar your head then it probably isn't love... or isn't love as it should be. There are no lifelong scarring effects because love is, at its best, healing. It's the deviations from real love that cause pain and separation. Love doesn't leave or quit. Love is actually enough, end of story, because *insert theological extrapolation here*. You know what I mean.
Specifically in Joy's world today: Love is not giving up even when every door has been knocked on and every opportunity pursued for rendezvous; love is not saying, well it wasn't meant to be, but getting in a sketchy Saturn and making the trek all the way down to Florida for a friend who is in need; love is not checking out but being the partner in crime for whatever lovely girl outings need to take place to remind me I'm okay; love is not about giving anything but yourself.
Love is not hanging up too early or copping out too soon.
Love is not forgetting or letting someone fall through the cracks.
Love is rescue... however seemingly benign my peril.
No shallow end, here.
This is love, baby.
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