What is love?

The butterflies in my stomach when I’ll soon be seeing you?

Counting down the days, the minutes, the seconds.

The fact that I think about fulfilling my need for you far more often than think of satisfying the biological necessities of life?

So much for Maslow’s Hierarchy…

The complete contentment inside me when I see you smile?

I have to admit, your grin is contagious.

The fierce confidence inside me while I bare it all for you?

Completely exposed, not worrying about my flaws.

The ironic insecurity encircling my thoughts when I don’t hear from you?

“What’s he doing?”

My desire for you?

Only you.

The urge I get to trace every contour of your body using my fingertips?

Shh, just lie still.

Love is…

                Amazing

                                Exhausting

                                                Inspiring

                                Frustrating

                Exhilarating

No, simply indescribable.

So bear with my when I say…

I love your smile. That lopsided smirk.

I love your laugh. Such a fantastic sound.

I love how you dress. Uniquely, to say the least.

I love your compassion. It shows through continuously.

I love sleeping with you. When you kiss my back in the middle of the night.

I love…

                                                I love…

                                I love…

                                                                                I love…

                I love…

Do I love you?

Who knows?

Who knows what love even is?

Do you love me?

Don’t answer that.

I’d rather not know.

May we are just lovers… but that is okay with me.

For now.