Love Is...

Love to me is when he is around. Love is when I hear the sound of his voice. When he makes the choice, to be with me. Love is when I see him at his best and worst, and he still always look his best to me. Love is showing him care, no matter when, or where. Love to me is when I can stare in his eyes and still be surprised at how beautifully brown they are. Love to me is always letting him drive the car. Love is taking the ups and downs even though you don't always like to ride the merry-go-round. Love is putting in a little work, even when I am being a bitch. Love to me is when he sees my smile, and notice the difference between my smile and smirk. Love is knowing he knows me better then I know myself. Love is never waiting, and putting us on hold, high on the shelf. Love is sharing, and never keeping things to myself. Love is the ways I miss him kiss. Love is the way he makes me feel when we kiss, it is bliss. God! I miss his kiss.