love is a funny thing . you expect it to be easy . you expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies . you expect him to always say the right thing and always know exactly how you feel or how to react to it . you expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away . you expect so much that you feel entirely and utterly defeated when something doesn't match up with all your plans . but that's the thing , love isn't a plan . it doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or a visible finish line to those deeply in it . love happens and it's so incredibly messy .