Is love the color of his deep ocean blue eyes?
Or the color of that light blue t-shirt he wears that makes me feel like I am drowning in them?
Or maybe love is the color of that grey & red baseball tee he wore once that looked like it was solely made to fit and hold his muscles.
Maybe love is the smell of that familiar cologne he wears that reminds me of the first day we hung out and when he carried me to his car.
Or maybe love is the smell of the cookies we will make in the future in our little home together at 2am with no interruptions except our playlist changing songs.
Or maybe love is in the way he looks at me as if I am something so extraordinary while we are simply lying down, or sitting at a café.
Maybe love is in the way he looks at me when I say something ditzy, but he keeps his mouth shut to spare my feelings.
Maybe love is tucked away in the mess of blankets we seem to create every single time we are on a bed together.
Is love the sound of his voice when he calls me to tell me he misses me at 1am, or when he calls and asks to hangout at 4pm?
Is love the sound of his voice when he tells me that he can't express how grateful he is to have me in his life and how he wants me to be by his side forever?
Or maybe love is the way the word babe rolls off his tongue like an old familiar song with a warm memory.
Although these are all very logical places that love may like to hide, I believe love's favorite hiding place, is in the constant laughter and glowing smiles we share whether it is 2am or 2pm.
Love is patient and love is kind.
**He is love.