A guy out there was meant to be the love of your life, your best friend, your soul mate.
The one you can tell your dreams to.
He'll smile at you, but he'll never laugh at your heart.
He'll brush the hair out of your eyes.
Send you flowers when you least expect it.
He'll stare at you during the movies, even though he paid $10 to see it.
He'll call to say goodnight or just cause he is thinking of you.
He'll look in your eyes and tell you, you're the most beautiful girl in the World.
& for the first time in your life, you'll believe it.
WHAT IS LOVE?
Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation.
Love is flirting ourtageously & still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect.
Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it's acceptance.
Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience.
Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline & ends around the insoles, it's exploration.
Love doesn not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands.
Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration.
Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor.
Love is being told "stop & I'll kill you." It's desire.
Love is reviewing the damge to your living room & realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it's abandonment.
Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth.
Love is knowing what time it is & not caring, it's joy.
Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstacy.
Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal.
Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, & being told they would rathr be woken, it's tenderness.
Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality.
Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness.
Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it's practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it's closeness.
Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust.
Love is saying good-bye & knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith.
Love is stretching your arms & discovering the real meaning of the word "sore" it's a lesson in human frailty.
Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a prezel, it's adaptation.
Love is sitting at the window, looking out & remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection.
Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm & wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it's loneliness.
Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal.