Why must you ask such a hard question?
This is ridiculous that you would think that I would even try to answer such an absurd question.
But just for your information, you disgusting pig…
To me, love is someone giving you flowers on Valentine's Day, still managing to get on every last nerve.
To me, love is knowing exactly when your love is feeling anything powerful, anything strong willed.
To me, love is having that person cross your mind every day, no matter what's going on.
To me, love is having them protect you.
To me, love is feeling safe in their arms, snuggled on a couch just talking and eating nicked popcorn from the kitchens. (shh…)
To me, love is having them dance in the rain with you, even though you both are well aware that you will get sick and probably be missing three days of classes together in the hospital wing and not even close to caring until it's too late.
To me, love is when that person saves you from yourself.
To me, love is when you look awful because you didn't have time to do even your hair and they still think you look beautiful.
To me, love is having them fight for you.
To me, love is having a person so in love with you that they will hex anyone who even does the slightest thing to annoy you, then kick himself later because he did something that annoyed you while doing that.
Understand?
To me, love is having someone that will cuddle with you if your cold at night, someone that will hold you when you want to be held.
To me, love is someone who will get on your very last nerve but still end up being the funniest person alive (that you at least know of).
To me, love is having someone who is willing to shower you with gifts and kisses right where it's sensitive.
To me, love is a very annoying messy haired boy with glasses and a supposed personality disorder.
And just between us, i want to spend the rest of my life with him.
Prat.