I knew it was love when your arms felt like home.

I was more comfortable being in your arms than in my own house. I could tell it was love when I saw something special in those deep-brown eyes you otherwise consider boring. I could get lost for hours looking at them and seeing into you in a way not many have the chance to do. It was love when your sweatshirts were the only things that could keep me from shivering (besides you). I became aware of this love when I waited up countless nights to make sure you got home safe. It became clear when my emotions started to be easily dictated by you- in a mostly-good way. If I'm in a certain mood and I'm with you or we've talked, it's probably your doing. But, what I think means the most here, what is most obvious as a factor to show that this is love, is something I've only recently realized. This fact, that super important point, is that I put your happiness over my own. That is precisely how I know. It's a constant goal of mine that you're happy and not too stressed or whatever else it may be. Once I recognized that quality of caring in myself, I saw it.

I knew it was love when your happiness became my own.

The most lovely form of affection
is that which is shown
by true love.
The lust that comes from love,
rather than the love that evolves after lust.
This affection cannot be topped,
it is absolutely
the one thing
that anyone
should strive towards.