Love is supporting, without judgement or criticism.
Love is giving without expecting anything in return.
Love is caring, worrying and want the best for a person, even if that means being without them.
Love is guiding, nurturing, and protecting, without condescension.
Love is giving binderies, respecting limits, and never braking trust.
Loving is not allowing behaviours that will hurt or damage a person, even when they don’t see that harm or damage.
Love is encouraging, whether it’s a tiny step or a life changing goal.
Love is pushing you out of your comfort zone, when you don’t want to, or everything is to scary
Love is trying to not hurt others, even when your hurting or in pain.
Love is standing be someone, and letting them fix themselves, but catching them if they fall.
Love is 3 am chess games, lunch time phone calls and welcome home kisses.
Love is not hurting someone, unless they ask it too.
Love is what ever you need it to be, when you need it to be, where you need it to be.
Love is, simply love, pure and simple.
For my Maister, with love