Basically, I think love is a feeling. It’s that feeling you get when you know you are going to see that person. You’re always counting down the minutes, the hours, the days, or even the months until you will see him again. Cause you love that feeling you have when you’re with him. You know that butterfly, giggly, warm, this-smile-is-never-gonna-leave-my-face feeling. Love is a feeling of perfect happiness and contentment. Being in his arms means that everything will be okay and even if it’s really not going to be, you get a feeling that he’ll do whatever he can to make it be, or just to try to make you feel better. It’s that feeling that you are loved for who you are, and you love him for who he is. Every bit of him, no matter how obnoxious or out of character it may seem at times. It’s about he is the first one you want to talk to when anything is good or bad, and how you are always learning something new, everyday that you are with him. It’s about changing and being a new person. Not necessarily changing your ways or who you are, but wanting to be a different and a better person, simply because that person is in your life and you want to be everything to them.