People tell me I went wrong when I mistook this feeling for love. I disagree. I think love is when you can look at a person and feel as though as a piece of you exists inside of them; that to lose this person would mean losing a part of who you are, a part of your identity. It is when you muster every ounce of strength you’ve got because you know you will never find another quite like this one. It is when you can communicate without words, when you can feel completely understood without ever explaining yourself.
It doesn’t matter how much you run, how many hours you spend in the gym, or the number of pounds you can lift. When you’re surrounded by incredibly fit people all facing the same obstacles you see that everyone has their own weaknesses.