love is

It has been a hard, fitful, exhausting week. Why blog when I haven't got the energy to blog about something new, fun, or exciting? Why blog when I just want to complain? No, that's not the point of this blog, I have to remember. So, I kept it to myself this past week, and now I feel like I have SO much that I could be writing about ,that I could be sharing, or venting out of my system. But today, Monday, or as I want to call Shmoozday, is a day of nothing. I woke up feeling gross and terrible and because I didn't have to work today, I thought why not take a day, lay in bed, catch up on zzzzz's and realize that doing nothing sometimes is...OK!


But can I ask something? Something that is a lifelong question that doesn't even really have a definite answer. Something that I really don't even want a definite answer too. Something that every single person has a different personal opinion to. That question is.... what is love?


Is love: When I wake up in the morning and smile because I see
you?


Is love: That feeing of nervousness and excitement when I think of our life together?


Is love: When you reach out for my hand and my heart smiles?


Is love: How you love my family and my family absolutely loves you?


Is love: The anxiety that sweeps over me when I think of you ever leaving me?


Is love: For you making me laugh and in return you laughing at me?


Is love: Me loving your family and having so much fun when we are with them?


Is love: Me being proud to be your girlfriend?


Is love: Loving you for the person that you are and waiting to build our future one step at a time?


Love is me loving you.
Love is you loving me.