love is

sorry (goddamn I'm really starting with an apology) the subject line makes it sound like it's ending 

it's not. never.

she's quite literally the light to my darkness.

I can't even explain how unhappy I was before her.

she makes everything better, always.

I just love her so much. i love this thing we have. this special thing, this perfect, special thing.

every day I fall a little more in love with her. 

"I once believed love would be black and white, but it's golden" - taylor swift 

love is something that I never knew how to define til now.

love is when she texts me and my heartbeat speeds up.

love is when she makes up a new word to compliment me.

love is the never-ending keyboard smashing

love is the staying up way too late to text her. 

love is the late night promises that I'll come find her.

love is the random selfies she sends me (the ones where she looks so beautiful, but acts like she doesn't)

love is the thought of her when i hear our song

love is crappy pick up lines that somehow work.

love is bad jokes i tell her that make her laugh for some reason.

love is when she calls me a pet name and my brain short circuits.

love is when I write her name on my homework instead of mine.

love is when I tell my friends about her and they say "wow, you really are in love"

love is when i made a playlist for her (after she made one for me)

love is when she types my name out. my full name. i know it sounds so beautiful in her mouth 

love is when she calls me beautiful and i feel it

love is what I feel for her.

xoxo, yours