What is love.

Love. 

love

what is love?

is it when I see you out of my peripheral, staring 

is it when I knowingly turn and meet your eyes

because this happens every time?

you startle and we stare

then you turn away.

is it when, for some odd reason

despite my aversion 

I let you put your hands around my waist? 

around me? 

on me.

while I dodge every ones elses attempts at hugs

is it when I only brush against my favorite people

but get the urge, indulge the urge to put my hands on you

your face 

your hair

you? 

is that love? 

or is it when I listen to you, your relationship problems 

when you tell me you're leaving the door open for her

and my touch fades

I pull away and remind you 

"you don't deserve to be hurt like that" 

and you remind me

" you've lasted longer than all of my relationships"

is it the weird pause we have

when you drop me off 

the weird stare before I get out your stupid, red, rusted down truck

like we'll miss each other again 

and I think, as I open my front door

"...does this count as love? when he still yearns for her?"