What is love?
Are your palms sweaty, is your heart racing, is your voice caught within your chest?
That isn’t love, that’s just lust.
Are you proud and eager to show them off?
That isn’t love, it’s pride.
Do you want them because you know they’re there?
That isn’t love, it’s loneliness.
Are you there because it’s what everyone wants?
That isn’t love, it’s loyalty.
Are you there because they kissed you or held your hand?
That isn’t love, it’s low self esteem.
Do you stay for their confessions of love because you don’t want to hurt them?
That isn’t love, it’s pity.
Do you belong to them because when you see them your heart skips a beat?
That isn’t love, it’s infatuation.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
That isn’t love, it’s friendship.
Do you tell them every day that they’re the only one you think of?
That isn’t love, that’s a lie.
Are you willing to give up your favorite things for their sake?
That isn’t love, it’s charity.
Does your heart break when they’re sad?
That’s love.
Do their eyes see your true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts?
That’s love.
Do you stay because a blinding, incomprehensible mix of pain and relation pulls you close, and holds you there?
That’s love.
Do you accept their faults, because it’s part of who we are?
That’s love.
Are you attached to others but stay with your love, without regret?
That’s love.
Would you give them your heart, your life your death?
Think about it for a second.
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