Love is a marathon, not a sprint. I have been guilty in the past of rushing it, hoping that I would not have to experience heartbreak once again.This wasn’t always the case, just recently. I know love needs to build, I understand that. But lately, issues and past demons seem to line the streets and trip me as I’m running to the finish line. I have pretty much forgotten what it has been like to love someone and have them love me back, imperfections and all. I want the guy that runs beside me, cheering me and each other on as we make our way along in this life, encouraging my heart to keep trying and trusting even when life knocks you down over and over again. The one who not only fights with you but fights for you. Maybe one day I will be able to run in the race of love and not struggle, every single time.