Love is never feeling obligated to text them back
but wanting to anyway
Love is wearing watches to make sure you don't break curfew
and then driving too fast to get home on time
Love is awkward hand holding in front of parents
and giggling about it later
Love is never actually saying the words "good bye" as you part at the doorstep
Love is racing thoughts as your head hits the pillow
Love is clumsy hugs and clumsy words
Love is pounding hearts
Love is nonsense conversations
Love is realizing that all your poems are probably about them
and those love songs are now what you blast in the morning

And most importantly, love is what I want to give to you