What is love? Is it that feeling you get when you see him? Is it that tingling in your cheek when he kisses it? Is it how dizzy you get by that certain smile that he does that you just can't get enough of? Is it everything good in the world?
Or is it how much it hurts when he ignores you? Is it all the fights you've gotten in? Is it the skank who wants him when he's yours? Is it that slap across the cheek you gave him? Or is it the fact that he just yelled at you for no apparent reason?
Or is it a little bit of both? Is it how you fight all the time, but you always make up? Is it how jealous he gets? Or how jealous you get? Is it the fact that he said no to the skank who wants him? Is it that he's willing to wait? What is love? Does anybody really know? I don't really know what love is.
But I can tell you what I think it is, I think love is the blush that covers your cheeks when he teases you. I think love is the thoughts that cross your mind when you first meet him. I think love is that flash in his eyes when he first realizes that you like him back.
Love is confusing. Love is demanding. Love is sadness. Love is happiness. Love is the wind in summertime. Love is fun. Love is tears of joy and pain. Love is believing. Love is friendship. Love is that moment that passes right before the flash of a camera. Love is the feeling you get on Christmas morning. Love is hating him and loving him at the same time.
I don't know what love it. I have no clue what it means to love someone outside of the family, I'm just a little bit clueless when it comes to that. I know what I think it is. And I know what the actual meaning of the word is, but to actually experience it is just a bit different than pointless words in a dictionary. I don't know what love is, but I know I'm in it. I love Eli Goldsworthy, and he loves me. I don't know how I know, I guess its that look he gives me, or maybe its the smirk that says it all. But I honestly think, it's how he knows me, through and through. And still chooses to be with me. He knows all my insecurities and my problems, he knows my fears and he still looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters. I probably won't ever know what love really is. I'll just have to continue you to think about it, but honestly I won't ever know. Because love is something that can be explained.
It was not made to be understood. It was made to be felt.
ok so honestly I don't know how this got in my head, it just kinda popped n2 my head and I knew I had to write it down. so I did. hope u enjoyed.