Love

I just realized that most of the time when we say we are in love with someone, we are actually in love with the parts of them we relate to the most. That bit of us in them. Or maybe what we aspire to see in us is there in them.
And we forget to see the other parts of them.
But then with some people, we fall in love with their flaws too. With their mistakes. With their madness.
All the unmanageable parts of them.
And then when we look at them, every day feels like the first time.
You keep discovering something new to love about them.
Your love becomes something like a air.
Light yet so full of life.
There is so much happiness in that; the kind of love that is a celebration. .. .