Love Is

Love is new pens

Love is a fresh notebook.

Love is the thoughts put into writing a book.

Love is velvet curtains.

Love is a baggy sweatshirt.

Love is a blotchy page in a journal.

Love is the smooth touch of silk on bare skin.

Love is an earthquake.

Love is tape.

Love is the freckles on the bridge of your nose after summer.

Love is a plate of cookies.

Love is sleeping in.

Love is an electric current racing through clasped hands, shocking the person at the end of the chain.

Love is a cough.

Love is the tears falling off a face.

Love is the smell of fresh bread.

Love is a suffocating grasp.

Love is saying bless you after someone yawns.

Love is just holding a hand.

Love is the smell of a shoe store.

Love is using their middle name.

Love is a kiss.

Love is an uneven beat.

Love is comfy pants.

Love is a fast song.

Love is swallowing harsh words.

Love is 11:11.

Love is tasting chapstick.

Love is smelling candles.

Love is watching a movie.

Love is a long, confusing novel that may or may not have a happy ending.

Love is mis-matching socks.

Love is knowing the color of their eyes.

Love is hoping that they’ll wear their hearts on their sleeve.

Love is crying during songs that remind you of moments and shared glances.

Love is saying their name and loving the feel of it on your tongue.

Love is waiting.

Love is a weight in your chest that should be unbearable, but you enjoy it anyway.

Love is a friendship bracelet from your sister.

Love is the words in our favorite quotes and songs.

Love is late.

Love is a filled picture album.

Love is drinking out of your designated cup.

Love is trying to make it work.

Love is time.

Love is being impressionable.

Love is being considerate.

Love is breakfast in the morning.

Love is silence that doesn’t need to be filled.

Love is hesitating.

Love is crying during a movie.

Love is taking time to reassure.

Love is hard.

Love is all-consuming.

Love is a freshly ironed white collared shirt.

Love is a painting with a hundred shades of one color.

Love is running down a long flight of stairs.

Love is hidden in the words of a newspaper.

Love is kind.

Love is holding a chatty two-year-old.

Love is watching someone grow up.

Love is thinking about the future.

Love is doing laundry.

Love is a Mother and Father.

Love is reading the same sentence over and over again.

Love is precious.

--P.A.