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What is Love?

It is NOT baby don’t hurt me…

• 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 is not having to say “Let’s make love,” because you know what the other person wants. It’s understanding.
• 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 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 reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom. It’s abandonment.
• Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time. It’s truth.
• Love is knowing what time it is and not caring. It’s joy.
• Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace. It’s ecstasy.
• Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew. It’s renewal.
• 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 is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago. It’s practicality.
• Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed. It’s closeness.
• Love is knowing 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 “sore”. It’s a lesson in human frailty.
• Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel. It’s adaptation.
• Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before. It’s reflection.
• Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover. It’s loneliness.
• Love is stories that will never be told. It’s personal.