When someone else's happiness is your happiness..
That is love.
Even when they do or say things that make your stomach turn.
When their skin is stained by other peoples finger prints.
When their eyes light up at a smile that isn't yours,
But you smile anyway..
That is love.
You're allowed to feel sick to your stomach,
You're allowed to bite your lip to keep from crying.
You're allowed to be sad in your room alone.
But if you still make an effort..
Still put a smiley face at the the end of a text that says you're happy they found someone new,
or still come to them when they need you..
That is love.