Love is being so caught up in them nothing else matters.
Love is knowing they\'re your person despite anything that comes between you.
Love is being comfortable around them.
Love is being able to tell them anything.
Love is talking about the future.
Love is inside jokes.
Love is smiling at the memories
Love is them being your last thought before bed.
Love is comparing everyone else to how they treated you.
Love isn\'t them making you happy it\'s you two sharing the happiness.
Love is unconditional.
Love is fighting for them with all your heart, but its also wanting them to be happy, even if it\'s not with you.
Love will never be losing yourself in them, its falling more and more in love with them AND yourself each day.
Love to me is a long brown-haired boy. One that smiles constantly. One that sleeps all day. One that makes jokes about literally, everything! Love is him doing stupid stuff knowing I\'d smile. Love to me is him calling me \"his girl\". It\'s him hanging up on me and calling back seconds later for \"dramatic effect\". Love to me is how he looked at me. It\'s the way his eyes lit up when he talked about his favorite things, and how I slowly became one of those things.
Love to me was him.
Love to me is him.
But he\'s gone.
Love is what healed me, but love is also what broke me.
What is love to you?