What is Love?

It's not the sunrise you gazed at while laying in a bed of grass.
It's not the stars you wished upon whilst dreaming of inconceivable fairy tales.
It's not the smiles you bared as you looked into each other's eyes.
It's not the way your hands use to shake and your voices use to quiver the first couple times you met.
It's not the feeling you got in the pit of your stomach as you watched them watch you across the room, both hearts anticipating the next passionate moment you would share together.
It's not the overwhelmingly joyous feeling within your soul as you spoke "I love you." choosing to whisper it in fear you would scream it to the world and proclaim the vulnerability that you have tried to hide for so long.

Love.

It's the last "I love you" you say every night, making damn sure that they understood completely how much you yearned for their safety, security, well-being.
It's the tears you shared while exposing your inner most secrets that you only uttered in the presence of only yourself, not one other.
It's the vibrations your voice gave off in their ears as you had your first fight, it's the soothing touch that you placed upon their hand to show that, no, you weren't giving up.
It's the sound your feet made as you tried to walk away, and the cement feeling that developed in your heels after a few steps that forced you to turn around and succumb to your urges to put your heart above your pride; and this person, they were your heart.
It's the "good-bye kiss" that you left with them at the train station, only to feel hands upon your shoulders a few steps later, because one "good-bye kiss" could never be enough. Realistically, no "good-bye kiss" could ever be completely satisfying because good-bye's are for the quitters so you make sure they know you WILL be seeing them later.
It's fighting for what you believe in, it's getting caught up in a moment, seeing no one else around you, feeling full and fresh and new, feeling complete.
It's hitting rock bottom and forgetting the importance you based your love upon; why you even fell IN LOVE in the first place, but then shaking your doubts and realizing that person is the most important thing that this world could possibly hold.
It's that kiss in the morning when you haven't brushed your teeth.
It's that tight hug that you share after an afternoon run even if they are sweating profusely.
It's that candle-lit dinner that tasted like rubber but you ate it anyway and smiled, because it's the thought that counts.
It's everything and anything bad or good.
It's up, it's down, and it will turn you inside out; just know that you feel it inside and out.
It's fighting for hours over a missing materialistic object that leads to the bedroom, and eventually to the floor. Anger rising but love exploding in an inexplicably unbelievable, leg quivering, mouth watering kiss; clothed in a thin sheet of blankets, nothing else.
It's laying awake at 3:00 in the morning because all you can feel is your partner's body twitching as their menacingly loud snores vibrate in your ears; you want to wake them up but instead you kiss their forehead and bury your face into a pillow.

That is love.