I really don't know if one can describe love in words ......actually. When i first met my late husband, i liked him but not overly so.......as time went on we had our issues but became closer. Then one day it just happened and all of a sudden......we were both exactly on the same plane, so to speak. It was like we were both in each others souls.......a knowing.......a trust.......a filling of each others voids. I know this must sound crazy but that is exactly how it happened and we both knew, we had to be together.....without a single doubt. Now i'm not saying there wasn't work involved but there is also work involved in my other love relationships, such as, my family, and my closest friends.....all of the most important relationships require work to keep them vibrant and close.
The other thing i do know......it has been over 10 yrs since "my love mate" passed and no I have not found another. So i guess for me......love is a deep, profound, meaningful journey, that is not easily replaced. And to describe it does not involve how i felt, how he made me feel, or any of his traits........it involved how it affected both of our souls. Is that corny or what? But true nontheless.