Love is the day that you realize that he’s more than your best friend. Love is when you look over at him driving and you want to hold his hand so badly that it doesn’t matter if you crash or not, as long as you die together. Love is the pothole you trip in when he walks you to your door, and love is the feeling of your heart’s dreams being fulfilled. Love is looking into his eyes knowing that you can’t compare them to the ocean, or to the deepest, most honest blue of the sky because even the ocean or sky wouldn’t be beautiful enough to compare. Love is knowing that God has finally put someone so amazing in your life, that you would climb any mountain, jump off any cliff, overcome any obstacle just to be absolutely sure that they’re the one that you have the pleasure to spend the rest of your life with. That’s love.
Anonymous