Love // Is
Love is knowing that somebody will always be there for you and keep your secrets and never stop loving you. Love is when you're with somebody, and you feel as though you could die of pure happiness. When brushing up against their shoulder gives you tingles. When you're worried about them, or you miss them. When you cry infront of them and they don't act like it's the weirdest thing in the world. Love is being able to talk to that person about anything, suicide, parents, things you would never tell anyone else... anything. Love is always having that person cheering you on, even when they're on the opposing team. Love is when you think that you've found the only one for you. Love is driving for an hour with no air conditioning in August come and visit someone. Love is being able to call somebody during a thunder storm because you're so afraid and they stay on the line so you're not scared. Love is talking to somebody on the phone, even if you're so tired you keep falling asleep while you're talking. Love is working out a relationship, even if you live 54.54 miles away from each other. Love is accepting people for who they are and not judging them on their parents, or their past, or their siblings. Love is signing on and off-line every five minutes for an hour because you're hoping to get an e-mail from them. Love is sitting in the middle of the living room chanting "call me now... call me now..." while clenching the phone in your fists. Love is running around the house, slipping and falling on the wood floor, tripping over a chair and stubbing your toe, just because the phone rang and it might be them. Love is holding your breath, closing your eyes and hoping hoping that the mailman brought you a letter from them.Love is staring at a picture of them.Love is when you can spend hours talking about nothing, or anything, and still tell your friends all about it. Love is all you need...