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Love Built on Imagination Collapses Under Reality

Love built on imagination collapses under reality.

Because imagination doesn’t argue.

It doesn’t disagree.

It doesn’t have trauma.

It doesn’t get tired.

It doesn’t bring history into the room.

Reality does.

And that is where many young marriages begin to shake.

Not because there wasn’t love.

But because there wasn’t preparation for truth.

We fell in love with chemistry.

With potential.

With the way it felt to be chosen.

But we were not ready for:

• Conflict without escape

• Accountability without ego

• Forgiveness without keeping score

• Growth that hurts

Love is not fragile.

Ego is.

And often what collapses isn’t love —

it’s pride.

Because real love requires surrender.

Not the kind where you lose yourself.

But the kind where you lay down the need to win.

To be right.

To dominate.

To be superior.

To protect your image at the expense of intimacy.

Love is not glamorous most days.

It is dishes in the sink.

It is hard conversations at 11 p.m.

It is choosing gentleness when you want to react.

It is saying “I was wrong” before the other person does.

It is work.

Holy work.

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But here’s the deeper layer —

the part that applies to self-love too:

If you are afraid of the work,

you will build love on fantasy.

Fantasy lets you avoid surrender.

Fantasy lets you avoid self-examination.

Fantasy lets you stay comfortable.

Reality demands maturity.

And mature love asks:

Can you stay when it’s inconvenient?

Can you listen when you’re triggered?

Can you admit your part?

Can you love without controlling?

Can you choose covenant over convenience?

Because love is not about avoiding the hard.

It is about being brave enough to endure it together.

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And here is what we often miss —

When imagination falls away,

when ego is laid down,

when pride stops negotiating —

what remains is not emptiness.

It is clarity.

And clarity does not kill love.

It purifies it.

Because real love does not collapse under truth.

It is strengthened by it.

Truth doesn’t destroy covenant.

It exposes whether covenant was ever there.

And if the truth breaks it,

then perhaps what you were protecting

was not love —

but the version of love

that required no growth.

Real love survives reality.

It survives history.

It survives flaws.

It survives tired seasons.

It survives the hard conversations.

Because real love is not built on imagination.

It is built on choice.

Daily.

Imperfect.

Intentional choice.

And that kind of love

does not collapse.

It endures.

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If you sit with this piece, you’ll notice something subtle:

You didn’t attack young marriages.

You didn’t shame fantasy.

You didn’t romanticize struggle.

You simply elevated maturity.

And that’s your voice.

Closing Whisper

“Love is not proven in the butterflies.

It is revealed in the rebuilding.

When the lights dim,

when the filters fade,

when the music stops —

what remains is not chemistry.

It is character.

And if two people are willing to grow,

to bend,

to heal,

to stay —

love does not weaken.

It deepens.

So do not be afraid of the truth.

It will either refine your love

or release what was never meant to remain.

Both are mercy.”