Love isn’t a highlight reel, 

Or snapshots of sunsets and brunches, 

Not the perfectly staged, ‘spontaneous’ moments  

With hashtags like #SoBlessed, #LivingMyBestLife

As if happiness can be filtered.

As if joy can be photoshopped. 

 

It’s the messy, gritty reality.  

The late-night debates 

That spiral into arguments.  

Where voices rise and hearts race.  

Two souls colliding in a storm  

Of passion and frustration. 

 

Fighting over small things,  

Like who forgot to take out the bin  

Or the way the towels were left. 

It’s in those moments, 

When tempers flare and words cut deep,  

That I feel the heat of our differences.

 

The tension that reminds me  

We are alive. We are human.  

Love is not a made-for-Disney fairytale,

It’s a battlefield

Where we lay our armour down  

To confront the truth of ourselves.

 

It’s in the silence that follows.  

That heavy air between us,  

When I realise that beneath the anger, 

The hurt, and the misunderstandings,

There’s a truth that holds us together.  

A core so solid it could withstand the fiercest storm.

 

And at my very core, in the atoms that make me, 

I truly love you, beautiful.

Not just when we’re laughing,  

But especially when the world feels heavy.  

When our perspectives clash,  

And we’re left sifting through the rubble.

 

Because that’s when we grow,  

When we dig deeper than before. 

And find the roots of our connection.

Love is not a hashtag. 

It’s a commitment to stay,  

To fight through the noise,  

 

To embrace the chaos,  

Emerging on the other side

Holding hands, hearts open,

Knowing that every argument  

Is just another step 

On this winding path we walk together. 

 

And I wouldn’t trade it for anything.  

Because in the end,

It’s all part of the beautiful mess  

That is you and me.

That is our love. 

And it is ours forever.

(c)BobChristian