dear john,
maybe you don't know what love is.
love is smiling for no reason.
love is thinking of them all the time, no matter if you've argued.
love is sitting on your bathroom floor sobbing.
love is crying into your pillow late at night so no one hears you.
love is doing whatever makes them happy instead of making yourself happy.
love is blinding and doesn't allow you think properly.
love is beautiful.
love is pain.
love is what i feel for you.
love, me.
