• Love is the disgusting flavor you taste when sharing morning kisses.

    The sacrifices you make to please the other, even though it's humanly impossible to be satisfied.

    Being taken advantage of, just to make your lover happy.

    The chance of having your heart ripped out because they "don't love you anymore".

    Fixing youself up just for someone who never tells you that you look good.

    Love is the closest thing you'll ever get to a fairytale; one that ends tragically because they'll always die in the end.

    Love is being blinded and easily running off of a cliff because you gave your trust to another.

    Love is putting everything you have in another's grasp at risk of it being crushed.


    Yet love is also temporary comfort, for those long lonesome nights.

    Knowing that, for a time, someone actually thinks about you.

    Love is knowing that you no longer exist for yourself, but for someone who fulfills you.

    Love is letting your boundaries fall, so that you might allow yourself to take chances and share experiences with another.

    Love is learning to cope with your opposite soul.

    Love is the warm fuzzy feeling, but underneath is a furnace of passion for a single person.

    And though love is blind, it gives you the hope that they'll hold your hand through it all.