She wrapped her arms around him, "Everything is going to be ok." She wisperd into his chest. "I hope so." He hugged her back, burring his head in her hair.
When she looked up at him he smiled and she saw the tears before she felt them on her face. He started to let go to wipe the tears away, "No, don't. Let it all out, let them fall." She snuggled into his chest again before he rested his head on her shoulder and cried.
Hours, days, weeks of pent up emotions pored out of his eyes and mouth. It was these times with her that he could really breath. And she let him.
She loved him, and he loved her too. She would listen to him, and she would be a pillow or blanket when he needed it. Because he would do the same for her.
This was love.
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What is love
RomanceThis is a one chapter short story that is my best description of love. ( Pronouns can be changed if you want but there are perpously no names. If you are to re write this please give me credit)
