Narz
keeping it real
I prefer putting a part of myself inside someone else.I want to say it's putting a part of yourself outside yourself, but I think I'll settle for a flawed metaphor.

We need each other & love is a good way to make us remember. I live in a house of crazy people right now (in my own basement apartment fortunately) and while everyone upstairs es about each other they manage to generally get along without fighting & sometimes even work together. Even with people I don't care for much repeated exposure tends to make me feel some slight affection for them in spite of myself. I suspect love is just a stronger version of this. First comes tolerance, then liking, then love. Sometimes then the tolerance & liking goes away & you love/crave someone you don't particularly like. That's very annoying.If life is the growth of a vine, love is those instances you twine your growth around something else. That usually starts with the exciting bits, the fun nights out, just the tip!, that sort of stuff. Really long standing and complete love will intertwine more, maybe all the way down to the scars where you're weak and the boring support trunks. If what you love loves you back, it'll grow around you and support you correcting for your course as you do for it. Really good love will support you so well that the parts you grow with its help will be free standing should it fall away, but the absent buttress will leave a mark that shows where you once grew around it, where you reached heights since it bore your weight and where you dipped to bear up its.