What Is L.O.V.E.?

This is my interpretation of L.O.V.E.

Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation.

Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you, it's acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it's exploration.

Love doesn’t not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration.

Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility.

Love is paying the bills and putting food on the table. It’s survival.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor.

Love is being told "stop and I’ll kill you." It's desire.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstasy.

Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken, it's tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness.

Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a king-sized bed 10 years ago, it's practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it’s closeness.

Love is walking into your home and finding personal belongings strewn on the floor, it's abandonment.

Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not give a damn, it's joy.

Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal.

Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, it’s trust.

Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, it’s faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "Ouch".

It's a lesson in human frailty.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection.

Love is when you can’t live with them, and you can’t live without them. It’s logic.

Love is spending hours in a bookstore. .It’s passion.

Love is watching a soppy chick flick and it’s raining outside and wishing you can spend your day with a loved one, it's longing.

Love is going to bed alone every night, bored out of your wits and struggling to finish that book. It’s reality.

Love is walking into your home to find your kids toys strewn on the floor. It’s loneliness.

Love is when he comes in to kiss you in the mornings, with coffee in hand. It’s affection.

Love is when she cooks you an appallingly dreadful dinner. You say it’s the best you’ve ever had.

It’s LOVE.

Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal.