Love is like a box of chocolates.

I don't have any experience with true love.

For the past couple weeks I have been thinking about what it would actually look like.

I used to look for similarities in a mate, but I am finding the value in sharing differences.

This is the picture that was shown to me (inspired by a real event), and what I hope to have one day.  This picture has become quite complex over the weeks as my thoughts continue to mature, but here is the gist:

A family friend gives you and your significant other a box of assorted chocolates for Christmas. 

You both have a passion for chocolate, but differ in your specific tastes.

You love the dark chocolate pieces.  He doesn't care for them.

He loves the milk chocolate pieces.  You don't care for them. 

You both love the mint chocolate truffle.  He sacrifices his pleasure for your enjoyment and insists you eat it.  But of course, you bite half of it and insist he has the rest.

During a conversation with an elderly neighbor, you discover that she absolutely adores white chocolate.  Both of you run home, grab the white chocolates, and deliver them to the old lady, fulfilling her need and bringing her much joy.

The box is empty and everyone is appeased.