Love.

It's the best word to describe how I feel.

But still that word just doesn't compare.

 

The other day I asked you what love meant to you,

because although i know you love me,

i like words, i like reassurance, i like when you tell me why.

 

I was going to tell you what loving you looked like

to me,

what love was

to me,

but you fell asleep.

So maybe i'll tell you now.

 

Love is the reason we live. 

Love is the way you look at me. And how i can't hold your gaze.

Love is your eyes. Your lips. Your heart. Your soul.

Love is so hard to control. It's messy. And scary. 

Love is worth it. Worth all the tears and the frustration.

Love is worth the wait too.

Love is staying up until 5 in the morning texting about nothing. Or everything.

Love is the way my sleep schedule changed because of you.

Love is patient. And it's kind.

Love is the way you constantly make me want to be a better person.

Love is the way i've seen myself change.

Love is the way i've seen you change too.

Love is growing together. Considering each other through every little thing.

Love is opening up. Letting you in where no one else has been.

Love is physical. Love is desire. 

Love is visualizing 12 different futures we could have. Together.

Love is prayer. 

Love is wishing you happiness and fulfillment above my own.

Love is wishing you those things even without me.

Love means doing anything for you. To the best of my ability.

Love means communication. About anything. Everything.

Love means work. It isn't necessarily easy.

Love means space. Healthy boundaries.

Love means progress. We take steps forward. We also take steps back. 

Love is being uncomfortable sometimes. Being able to step out of our own comfort zones for the other person.

Love is when you call me perfect. When i'm not.

Love is the fact that somehow you still haven't gotten mad at me.

Love is how we balance each other out so well.

Love is understanding we're different. And enjoying the positive things that come from that.

Love is the fact that i never get tired of talking about you. 

Love is the fact that i never get tired of talking to you.

Love is the way you make me feel when i'm around you.

Love is the butterflies i still get when your name pops up on my phone.

Love is that comfortable silence we seem to always have when we're together.

Love has a little bit of fate.

Love has a little bit of force.

Love is thinking we couldn't make each other happy. But here we are.

Love means i could continue this list forever.

Love is you and me. 

Love is me and you.