It's that moment when a song comes on, and all at once you realize just how much you love it and then your heart overflows with every good emotion ever.

It's the smile on your face when you see something so cute and you just feel every ounce of joy in being able to see it.

It's the warm feeling when you smell something familiar and every memory attached to the smell just flashes in your mind, and you can't stop from wanting to hug someone.

It's the feeling you get when you see someone you've missed, beyond anything, for the first time in what feels like forever.

It's the sense of accomplishment you have when you finish something that took a lot of work, and you're overwhelmed with pride.

It's dancing around your room in only a towel while singing to the most ridiculous song, simply because you can.

It's lying in bed, picturing yourself doing everything you had ever dreamed of being able to do.

It's standing in front of something, just staring, and knowing that all of your dreams came true.

It's standing at a point in your life that isn't the best, and knowing that you will make things better.

It's all of the little, but not so little, things.

It's endless.

Can you tell me what true love is like?
Like gold spun into silk?
Or maybe it’s be just like,
A perfect glass of milk.
Perhaps, like a beautiful field,
Admired from afar.
Or instead, a road with no sign to yield;
A song on in your car?
Tear drops that will never fall;
A child that can’t stay still?
A dog that has a rubber ball,
Or a fire you’d never ****.
An angel spotted near the Heavens,
Or a devil far below.
A jackpot; three sevens?
Bare feet on icy snow?
Can you tell me what true love is like?
Is it painful? Is it nice?
Please, tell me what true love is like.
For I fear its grip is upon me like a vice.

It's days like these,
Dark,
Cold,
Lonely.
You're blind
You shiver,
And you hurt on the inside.
It's days like these,
This one right here.
Feeling the things,
Maybe it's been a year.
Or maybe a month or so.
Struggle,
Strife,
Success.
You've fought,
You've crawled along.
You stand up on two feet.
You know that you're still hurting,
But you can carry on.
Because it's days like this.
These are the ones we live for.