He wore glasses,
and had brown eyes.
His smile was silly,
and his laugh was awkward.
He'd never had a girlfriend.
I'd never had a boyfriend.
He'd never kissed anyone.
Neither had I.
We'd never been in love before.
Slowly, his brown eyes,  so simple, became beautiful and precious to me.
His silly little smile made my heart feel so fuzzy, like it was pumping fluff through my veins.
His awkward laugh put a smile across my face, that was never seen by anyone else.
He made me laugh my awkward laugh.
He told me he loved me.
I realized I loved him too.
I was in love, but so unsure what it meant, what love was.
But now I knew.
Love is when you call me a night, telling me how much you love me.
Love is when we used to be best friends, and then suddenly, I looked at you, and everything changed.
Love is when I'm with you, and we're alone in a giant crowd.
Love is when just thinking about you gives me that smile.
Love is everything we are and everything we will be.
Love is being so young, but feeling such feeling you've never felt.
Love is when you first held my hand, and I blushed, is this how this works?
Love is a nervous and awkward first, second, third quick kiss, we can save everything else for marriage.
Love is a beautiful thing.
Love is you and me, and a starry night.