What is Love to me?
"Can miles truly separate you from dear ones... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"
After taking a really stupid quiz on facebook called "What is love to you?" and getting that as my answer I really started to wonder. What is love to me?
I thought that I had had a pretty good handle on the concept of what Love was. What it felt like to fall in and out of it. The feeling of unrequited love. That is until just recently.
Everyone has heard the saying Love is patient love is kind. but really what is love to me? if asked, how could I describe accurately the way it feels?
Love is understanding without words, to communicating with caresses and touches rather then words and gestures. Love is waking up early driving two hours only to crawl into his bed and arms and fall back asleep.
Love is roaming around the mall and pretending to shop in a Store, just so you can steal glances and try on clothes. Love is waiting for hours at bookstores while I sling lattes. It is making me grow up and relax in a relationship, it is not being over jealous every time a girl hits on him. Love is patiently waiting for the next time that we meet, the next time we kiss, the next time we lay beside each other. It's hanging out alone or in company but still sneaking caresses and kisses when no one is watching. Love is necklaces, green dice and cards. Love is mochas and caramel Machiattoes, panera lunches and coffee in bed. Love is a few words that make you cry in happiness, sadness or relief. Love is dealing with guys that try to be possessive of her. Love is smoky rooms, art and writing. Love is being on the phone for hours without really needing to talk. Love is ice cubes, handcuffs and ties on doors; Love is a mess of his and her clothing on the floor. Love is the sound of the stereo, tempo of the song, the scent of her hair, the time of the clock when we realize its so late.
Love is a movement. Towards adulthood, towards who we are to be.
Love is confiding in each other, trusting each other enough to share the burden in which we carry, not doing it alone. Love is understanding that we make mistakes because we are human and that we can fix and grow from each one. Love is not being able to deny your body a kiss in public. Love is a revolution, of a understanding that we cant speak.
Love is redemption from our worst fears of ourselves. Love is hoping that he'll know that she's still there for him, in love with him. Love is her not leaving him in his darkness. Love is her only thinking of him when around other men. Love is he quietly stewing in jealousy but trusting her enough to not say no when she goes out clubbing. Love is standing at his door way with his hands on her waist as he kissed her like he meant it, and he meant it. Love is listening to the radio and having a song make you feel better because it reminds you of him. Love is holding on to that flicker of hope in the dark. Love is more then valentines, hearts and naked babies its about a possible change.
Love is knowing that even when we aren't together, we are.
Hands down you are the best thing I can ever remember.
After taking a really stupid quiz on facebook called "What is love to you?" and getting that as my answer I really started to wonder. What is love to me?
I thought that I had had a pretty good handle on the concept of what Love was. What it felt like to fall in and out of it. The feeling of unrequited love. That is until just recently.
Everyone has heard the saying Love is patient love is kind. but really what is love to me? if asked, how could I describe accurately the way it feels?
Love is understanding without words, to communicating with caresses and touches rather then words and gestures. Love is waking up early driving two hours only to crawl into his bed and arms and fall back asleep.
Love is roaming around the mall and pretending to shop in a Store, just so you can steal glances and try on clothes. Love is waiting for hours at bookstores while I sling lattes. It is making me grow up and relax in a relationship, it is not being over jealous every time a girl hits on him. Love is patiently waiting for the next time that we meet, the next time we kiss, the next time we lay beside each other. It's hanging out alone or in company but still sneaking caresses and kisses when no one is watching. Love is necklaces, green dice and cards. Love is mochas and caramel Machiattoes, panera lunches and coffee in bed. Love is a few words that make you cry in happiness, sadness or relief. Love is dealing with guys that try to be possessive of her. Love is smoky rooms, art and writing. Love is being on the phone for hours without really needing to talk. Love is ice cubes, handcuffs and ties on doors; Love is a mess of his and her clothing on the floor. Love is the sound of the stereo, tempo of the song, the scent of her hair, the time of the clock when we realize its so late.
Love is a movement. Towards adulthood, towards who we are to be.
Love is confiding in each other, trusting each other enough to share the burden in which we carry, not doing it alone. Love is understanding that we make mistakes because we are human and that we can fix and grow from each one. Love is not being able to deny your body a kiss in public. Love is a revolution, of a understanding that we cant speak.
Love is redemption from our worst fears of ourselves. Love is hoping that he'll know that she's still there for him, in love with him. Love is her not leaving him in his darkness. Love is her only thinking of him when around other men. Love is he quietly stewing in jealousy but trusting her enough to not say no when she goes out clubbing. Love is standing at his door way with his hands on her waist as he kissed her like he meant it, and he meant it. Love is listening to the radio and having a song make you feel better because it reminds you of him. Love is holding on to that flicker of hope in the dark. Love is more then valentines, hearts and naked babies its about a possible change.
Love is knowing that even when we aren't together, we are.
Hands down you are the best thing I can ever remember.