Love to me is...

having every doubt in the world and not caring, cause there's something deep down inside telling you not to. love is feeling the worst pain in the entire world from one person, yet that's the only person that can make it better. love is petty fights and knowing you're right, but for the sake of the other person, you let them think they are right instead. love is doing everything you can to make the other person happy even when it makes you feel so beat up and upset inside. love is such a simple word with so many meanings. everyone interprets it differently because they experience it differently, but the first time you know you are in love, is when someone asks you, "are you in love?" and you don't have to think twice, you just say yes. that's being in love. it's not when he's kissing you and you have butterflies in your stomach, that's nerves. it's not after the first time you make love, and it's not when someone else says it to you first and you just say it back. it's not when you miss him so much and are waiting by the phone for him to call, cause that's either obsession, distrust or simply you needing to talk to someone. it's not when you miss him constantly, and it's not when you talk about him nonstop. sometimes there's a defining moment and sometimes, you just kinda realize it. it goes so much deeper than just those small things. it's when your heart aches for him and its when you can say with confidence, yeah, i love him and i can't live without him. it's when you know, it doesn't matter how much you fight and how many horrible things he says to you and it doesn't matter how far apart you are and it doesn't matter how long you go without seeing each other. it's complete trust even when sometimes maybe there shouldn't be. it's making mistakes and being forgiven for them and knowing you messed up, but because the two of you are so understanding and so in love, it doesn't matter.

... that's love.