Wednesday, March 9, 2011

What is Love? (Resist the urge to sing "Baby Don't Hurt me"... or don't... I'm not..=D)

Love is trust from miles away
Love is being terrified of losing someone, but being with them even though they have the power to shatter you.
Love is seeing a person-all of them- imperfections and all and saying "You're perfect to me"
Love is the tears in your pillow because of how much you wish they were with you.
Love is when every love song is about you.
Love is memorizing every little thing you can about them. From little things like foods they hate to big things like fears.
Love is fighting about who loves who more.
Love is being on the phone saying nothing but not wanting to hang up.
Love is when you think about a person all day, every day.
Love is when you wonder if they're thinking about you, too.
Love is calling each other names that may be cheesy, but they make you smile when they call you it anyway.
Love is when the first thought in the morning is "Oh my goodness, I love _________________"
Love is infatuation.
Love is replaying the memories over and over like your favorite movie (even the embarrassing ones)
Love is when you swear you can still feel their arms around you or their hand entwined with yours.
Love is being disappointed when it isn't.
Love is swearing you hear they're voice in a public place.
Love is being sad when it isn't.
Love is sacrifice for one person, and it being completely worth it.
Love is beautiful.
Love is dangerous.
Love is telling them random things that pop up in your mind then regretting it because you know it sounds really really stupid.
Love is when you can be yourself around a person and still have them love you.
Love is when they don't mind when you cry in front of them.
Love is doodling hearts and their name 45904850 times all over everything.
Love is looking up at the moon and knowing somewhere, someone is under the same sky, the same moon.
Love is trusting when every instinct you have screams "Be Careful" or "Remember last time?"
Love is not being able to put words to your feelings because they are too immense.
Love is instantly clicking when you meet someone. And you just know.
Love is thinking you see them in random places.
Love is when you are sad when it isn't them.
Love is when you think it can't get any better than this. And then it does.
Love is when you will always be a little shy around them.
Love is friendship.
Love is blushing when they compliment you.
Love is when you are lovers, but also best friends.
Love is when you can tell them everything.
Love is laying under the stars together.
Love is when every kiss feels like the very first.
Love is when they think your worst features are your best.
Love is walking around aimlessly for hours together and still having the time of your life.
Love is dancing in random places, even though you are both terrible dancers.
Love is an aching reluctance to leave each other...
Love is wanting to tell everybody about them, even when nobody cares.
Love is saving and rereading their messages.
Love is when you don't need time. You just.. know.
Love is when everything is going wrong but you are happy just because you have them.
Love is saying "I don't care" when there is a "But..."
Love is replaying your best moments with them.
Love is when you are 80 years old and hold hands like you are 15.
Love is knowing someone is YOURS.
Love is your easiest hello and your most difficult goodbye.
Love is when you say "Goodnight" and walk inside and have the most enormous grin on your face until you fall asleep.
Love is belonging to somebody.
Love makes a person radiate happiness.
Love is simple. But can be complicated, also.
Love is never ending.
Love is being immature together.
Love is ageless.
Love has no limit, no end.
Love is the one thing we all share, that will reside long after we're gone.
Love is pinching yourself to make sure it's real. That it actually happened.
Love is what lives in dreams and wishes.


Love is everywhere.

Live with Love, my lovelies.
Your's forever and a half.
GirlInBlue
lessthanthree


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