to me, love is a lot of things. it’s standing outside in the rain and not caring if you get wet, or if you get cold, cause you know you can go home and they’ll hold you even past when you get warm. love is spending ours on the phone, staying up into the wee hours of the night. not because you have insomnia, not because you’re restless, but because nothing beats talking to the one you love. .love is being warmed by the sun and love is butterflies in your stomach. love is like a warm bath, a bath that never gets cold, a bath that you never want to step out of. it’s the smile that spreads across your cheeks when you hear their name. it’s being content with just their presence, craving their touch and craving their voice. it’s forgetting your own name cause theirs is engraved in your mind. it’s that feeling you get when you think that someone knows all your sins and all your flaws and chooses to love you anyway. love is the fear that one day you’ll have to live without them, and it’s also trusting them enough to know you won’t. it’s listening to your favorite song and thinking of them, the lyrics melting like warm candle wax into your mind. it’s a hot shower, cleansing you of every bad moment you’ve ever endured. love is not being able to focus, or think or move or breathe because all that matters is them. love is wanting to hold their hand and kiss their lips and hug them, breathing in their scent and never wanting to let go. but love is also pain. cause eventually, you will have to let go.