Often times we love not freely anymore.

There is always a price to pay, whether it be monetary value or tears. Somewhere along the way, we forget to love without pain. It can be due to distance or a simple fight, but in there somewhere— love is no longer free. Or perhaps it was never free. Even with all that, at the end of the day, we must consider if we know it is all worth it, or we just think it is worth it. So that is the difference I suppose. 

“Anything worth having is worth fighting for.”— Thomas Jefferson