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182 · Sep 2018
Love is… (Part 1)
Leila Rose Sep 2018
I never knew what love is.
Not until I have you.

Love isn’t just what we see on TV,
what we read in books.
Love is a lot of things.

Love is having someone to talk to about happy things,
              about sad thoughts.
Love is having someone by your side when things are tough.
Love is having someone to laugh with.
Love is having someone to stress with.
Love is having someone to have deep conversations with.
Love is having someone to have random stupid light-hearted conversations with.
Love is having someone to talk about ambition and goals.
Love is having someone to talk juicy.
Love is having someone to fangirl to.
Love is having someone to rant to.
Love is having someone to hold.
Love is having someone to kiss.
Love is having someone to cuddle with.
Love is having someone to share with.
Love is having someone to connect with.
Love is having someone to goof with.
Love is having someone to spend time with, doing nothing.
Love is having someone to nap with.
Love is having someone to run to your goals with.
Love is having someone to have long walks on the beach with.
Love is having someone who will always be there for you, no matter what.
Love is having someone who supports you.
Love is having someone to correct you.
Love is having someone to improve yourself.
Love is having someone to inspire you.
Love is having someone to encourage you.
Love is having someone to motivate you.
Love is having someone to love you.

Love is like having a twin you never knew you had.
Love is like having someone you knew very well from your past life.
Love is like when your nostrils are finally cleared, and you are able to take in oxygen to its fullest for the first time.
Love is like being on a peaceful island amid a terrible thunderstorm.
Love is like eating a perfectly sweet strawberry in a bowl full of sour strawberries.
Love is like eating a sweet pineapple when you were expecting it to be sour.
Love is like putting a cherry on top of a sundae, completing life.
Love is like floating on a cloud of cotton candies.
Love is like finally finding the freshest, brightest corn in a cornfield.

Love is light.
Love is encouragement.
Love is being drowned in a puddle of constant happiness.
Love is being able to have that hole in your heart you never knew existed filled.
Love is having your life feel complete.
Love is oxygen, and I desperately need to breathe.
Love is water, and I am severely dehydrated.

Love is many things. And you taught me that.

— The End —