If you truly love someone, you love them twice. The first time it's all about attraction. Their smile, voice and presence. But slowly the curtain lifts. You see their scars, insecurities, mood swings, trauma and moral differences. It's no longer perfect. It's real. If you can still love them, without filters, without expectations, that's not infatuation. That's a love of understanding. The kind that stays and grows.