Love

Love is what we make of it. Its the special moments when time slows down and seems to last forever, its the perfect ending to a prefect summer even though it may only last that long, it makes every sunset spent holding hands special, and it keeps us smiling through the bad dreams that try wake us in our sleep. Its looking into each others eyes and having a lifetime of "I love you's" said in that one instant, its being miles apart and still going to bed at the same time. Love is unbound, unscripted, unpredictable, and unparalleled. Its knowing that "you shut up you dumb idiot." means I love you too ( lol if you knew the couple you'd understand ). However, love is also accepting each other, its the fights over small stuff, its not talking to each other for a week but sharing a bed anyway, its saying you hate each other but then hiding in seperate rooms to cry. Love is coexisting, even when you accidently leave the seat up in the middle of the night, or accidently throwing away something important mixed in with the clutter. Its speniding thirty miserable minutes apart after a big arguement and promising each other that you'll never part again. Love is the good and the bad, its being totally speechless when asked about each other and being unable to find the words to end letters with. Love is...individual.