Love isn't found in a cereal box

Real love isn't found in a cereal box; it finds us. Real love isn't Taylor Swift and chick flicks; the movies do a weak job of presenting what it is. Real love isn't empty words; anyone can sound believable. "You're the girl of my dreams," "We're going to last forever!" "You're the prettiest girl I've ever seen!" Gag. Real love doesn't just come and go; it lingers. Real love isn't when you feel like it; it's always. Real love doesn't let you go, unless it's what's best. Real love doesn't try to replace itself; it's not recyclable. Real love doesn't die; long after it's gone, it lives. Real love doesn't hate; it loves what it should and tries to love what it wouldn't.  Real love is real; it's not a fantasy. Real love will tell you I love you, and prove it. Real love is sacrificial for what it loves. 
Real love lives. Fake love dies. Is your love real? 


Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
1 Corinthians 4-7