It's something that everyone wants. It's often something that we take for granted; a word we misuse, abuse, and imply.
Love is that flawless diamond, a bottle of the finest wine, a cloudless day of sunshine. It's a perfectly calm night, the gentlest breeze, a shooting star. It's your favorite song on the radio, a smile on your darkest day, the warmth when all you feel is the cold.
It's his arms around you, holding you close. protecting you, enveloping you in his warmth. Brushing your hair back with his hand, tracing the outlines of your face. you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in the world. he could be standing in a room full of supermodels, and only have eyes for you.
he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. you can rest your head on his chest, knowing that there's no place in the world that feels safer, warmer, smells better. it's right where you belong.
to him, you're the perfect weight, height, size. to him, the only size that matters is the depths of your love for him. he cares for you more than he has ever cared for anybody; he would lay down his life for you. he wants to give you the world and the moon and the stars.
he's your prince charming, your knight in shining armor, your mr. wonderful. the only time he'll ever make you cry is when he's down on one knee.
it's not just all of that.
it's that intense love, burning passion, fiery desire. the fireworks. getting butterflies every time you see them, missing them the second that they leave. a love so true it makes you catch your breath, pinching yourself to make sure it's real.
it's the smell of rain, a warm blanket, the first flower of spring. it's a warmth that spreads from the tips of your fingers to the bottoms of your toes.
it's knowing that the minute your lips touch his, they'll never touch another's.
it's every fight, argument, spat, and disagreement that you've go tten over, knowing that it's all worth it. it's knowing that if you have a tear, he'll be there to wipe it away. to soothe your pain. to make you forget you even had a problem in the first place.
it's falling in love with him every time you look at him. it's knowing every scar, dimple, and groove of his body, and loving them. it's knowing he's perfect in his imperfections.
it's a phone call he'll answer, even if it's 4 o'clock in the morning. just because you wanted to hear the sound of his voice. it's the warmth of his favorite sweatshirt that he lets you borrow
it's a smile on your face when no one's around, because you're thinking of him.
that's love.
Love is that flawless diamond, a bottle of the finest wine, a cloudless day of sunshine. It's a perfectly calm night, the gentlest breeze, a shooting star. It's your favorite song on the radio, a smile on your darkest day, the warmth when all you feel is the cold.
It's his arms around you, holding you close. protecting you, enveloping you in his warmth. Brushing your hair back with his hand, tracing the outlines of your face. you're the most beautiful girl he's ever seen in the world. he could be standing in a room full of supermodels, and only have eyes for you.
he kisses your forehead, your nose, your cheeks. you can rest your head on his chest, knowing that there's no place in the world that feels safer, warmer, smells better. it's right where you belong.
to him, you're the perfect weight, height, size. to him, the only size that matters is the depths of your love for him. he cares for you more than he has ever cared for anybody; he would lay down his life for you. he wants to give you the world and the moon and the stars.
he's your prince charming, your knight in shining armor, your mr. wonderful. the only time he'll ever make you cry is when he's down on one knee.
it's not just all of that.
it's that intense love, burning passion, fiery desire. the fireworks. getting butterflies every time you see them, missing them the second that they leave. a love so true it makes you catch your breath, pinching yourself to make sure it's real.
it's the smell of rain, a warm blanket, the first flower of spring. it's a warmth that spreads from the tips of your fingers to the bottoms of your toes.
it's knowing that the minute your lips touch his, they'll never touch another's.
it's every fight, argument, spat, and disagreement that you've go tten over, knowing that it's all worth it. it's knowing that if you have a tear, he'll be there to wipe it away. to soothe your pain. to make you forget you even had a problem in the first place.
it's falling in love with him every time you look at him. it's knowing every scar, dimple, and groove of his body, and loving them. it's knowing he's perfect in his imperfections.
it's a phone call he'll answer, even if it's 4 o'clock in the morning. just because you wanted to hear the sound of his voice. it's the warmth of his favorite sweatshirt that he lets you borrow
it's a smile on your face when no one's around, because you're thinking of him.
that's love.
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