Love is when you run to someone that you trust when you're in pieces and they put you back together again.
The one you confide in,
The one you trust with your life.
Not the one you lust for,
Nor the one you cry over.
They are there to wipe away your tears,
To hold you with all your fears.
They create butterflies in the pit of your stomach,
They know how to nurture them to life and create swarms of them.
They know your fears,
Your likes,
Your dislikes.
They know when you're mad or sad.
They know how to talk you down from the ledge.
They don't run in fear when you say something they don't like.
They form to you.
They take care of you in your worst.
Love is when you can't get enough of them.
Not just lust,
But their eyes,
Lips,
Their face.
You want to know every little detail so you can imagine yourself next to them when they are gone.
Love is when you both cuddle together at night and have sore throats from talking all night.
You want to hold their hand while walking alongside them.
You restrain yourself from screaming their name from the rooftops.
Love is when you can both be weird in public and not have a care in the world about who is watching.
Love is when you have no regrets with that person and everything seems to fall apart without them.