what is love?

love is that moment you feel your heart jump start when you see their name on your phone. it’s the feeling of guilt after a long day not being able to contact them. Love is knowing what you want but still not knowing how to express it. Love is that sound the water makes on the sand, or the rain on the window at night. love is the brightness at 5pm and the darkness in the early hours. it’s that feeling of pure compassion and the envy to anyone that gets to spend more time with that person. Love is the deep brown in your eyes. that deep hazel glow underneath the almost black surface. it’s the sound leaves make in autumn. it’s the sound of children laughing. the sound of church bells on a Wednesday afternoon. Love is a constant state of confusion. why do i feel this way?  love can literally be anything from the skip in your step to that piercing pain in your chest after a fight. Love is running out of words to say i love you. but still making up more crap just to get the point across. it’s never giving up. it’s loyalty. love is love. it’s beautiful when done right. it’s so pure and makes you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. it makes you appreciate what’s around you but also make you so blind, so blind to the ease of love. makes you think you need to work for lib rather than just have it. love is not wanting to get out of bed on a day you can’t see them just because you’re afraid to experience life without them. it’s the constant state of wondering and anxiety. love is ugly. but that’s okay. love is poetic. love is dull, it’s effort put in on the days you can’t move a limb. i should know. its knowing something’s wrong with you and ignoring it until it becomes a problem in the relationship. it’s dropping everything in order to make them happy. it is going out of your way to see them. even if it just means taking a different path. it’s going beyond the expected. Love is more than a 24 hr period of happiness. I’d shout to the mountains what love is, repeating myself over and over and over. in conclusion. love is that feeling you get when you’re vibing with another and want to make them your husband/wife. and that memory that can never be shredded of significant moments. it’s dropping everything in a heart beat just to make sure the other is okay. even if it’s just a paper cut. THEY ARE MORE IMPORTANT. the book of excuses you make for them when you show up with a bruise on your arm or that rubbing mascara. it’s making sure that they are above you. it’s never going to sleep when they are mad at you. because you never know when your last goodbye is. especially to someone you love.