Love is being lost in him.
Love is feeling safe and nothing but peace in his arms.
Love is butterflies when he holds your hand,
utter and complete joy when you make him laugh,
when you're the cause of his smile.
Love is kissing him,
and he expects nothing more.
Love is respect,
and holding the door for you
long after your first date.
Love is never saying anything mean to you.
Love is never saying anything mean to him.
Love is not sarcastic.
Love is pure.
Love is the truth.
Love is forgetting about the past "hims" and moving forwards,
because he is your now,
and you love that.