In my last post I asked what it meant to you to be “in love” with someone. I said I would chime in with my thoughts, which I should have done sooner, but better late than never.
I have loved, but until recently I don't think I could say I've really been “in love.” I have loved strongly, and probably been close to being in love before, but I held myself back from it. That's another topic entirely, but suffice it to say, at least I learned from that experience and will hopefully avoid holding myself back again.
I believe love is a choice. As Doug commented, it's “seeking another's good.” I think being “in love” is a deeper connection, something within our soul or our spirit. When you're in love with someone, that person truly has a part of you, and will always have a part of you.
I think being in love means you can see things you may not like in a person, but still choose to be with them – with no intention of trying to change them. It is not rose-colored glasses. It is desiring the best for that person, above all else.
Love is patient and kind;
love does not envy or boast;
it is not arrogant or rude.
It does not insist on its own way;
it is not irritable or resentful;
it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things,
believes all things,
hopes all things,
endures all things.
– I Corinthians 13:4-7