Love is lovely, and I mean that in every sense of the term. It is beautiful and charming, while also being sarcastic and trying. There is no such thing as a perfect romance or a perfect way to experience love, but it is one of the most sought-after feelings ever. Love is the feeling of walking through the door after a horrible day and seeing the dishes you had been putting off are done and put away. Love is not sleeping a wink at night because your partner is flailing and echoing snores, but you just can't seem to get yourself to move because you love the reminder that they are there in the present with you. The media portrays love in a mostly positive light, and for the most part, it should be positive, but it's not always sunset walks on the beach and bouquets of roses. Honestly, I don't believe love should be, because there is no growth in that. The yelling and screaming matches over trivial matters help to shape you and your relationship. I have grown and developed as a person and in my relationship through our trials. My experience with love has not been perfect, but I would not trade it for anything because, at the end of the day, my partner has stood by my side, unwavering, for almost a decade. My partner has supported me in my worst times and held me up to make me a better person. Love is knowing that that person will be by my side, holding my hand no matter what. Love in my house is tidying up extra so the other person is less stressed coming home, and cooking a meal for them, and it goes both ways. We look after each other, trust each other, and try to give space when needed. We laugh, cry, struggle, succeed and love together. I mean it truly when I say love is lovely, as it has so many meanings and ways to be expressed and experienced.