Sometimes you have to be apart from people you love, but that doesn't make you love them any less. Sometimes you love them more. I finally understood what true love meant. Love meant that you care for another person's happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Loves is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It dose not take offense and is not resentful. Love take no pleasure in others people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.