I understand that in love we would stretch our limit, compromise, give. I understand that in love we would think of someone else(s) and not just ourselves. I understand that in love we learn everything about the person, be it a lover, a friend or family, every moment, everyday. In love we try some other perspectives, connect it to our logic, we understand and trust. And when we don't understand we just trust and let go. We love the person, it's all that matters.
I don't understand why, though. That in love, we hurt each other. We say nasty things, we yell. We still keep our ego, our selfishness: Calling it pride or principal. We force things, we can't agree to disagree. We demand everything to unite, to be one. One heart, one mind, one life. We forget that it's impossible. There are two: two hearts, minds. Life, history. It takes two to tango, it takes two to be in love, not one.
We love each other, it's all that matters.