The little things

Is it love?

Is it love when it hurts?

Is it love when you're willing to overlook all their flaws and bad habits?

Is it love when they make you see things from a new perspective?

Is it love when they have not only a space in your head but in your heart?

Is it love when they can cheer you up, simply by telling you you're not allowed to be sad because they said so?

Is it love when it's their scent that soothes you?

Is it love when they say you're cute, and offhand say you looked hot in an outift?

Is it love when they will never truly insult you?

Is it love when you don't go a day without talking, even if it's just to say good morning?

Is it love when their door is always open, even at 3am?

Is it love when they confide their secrets?

Is it love when it's you that can calm their anger?

Is it love when the nicknames are always possessive, 'my idiot' 'my fool'?

Is it love when extended periods of time apart feel like forever, no matter how short?

Is it love when you can never stay mad at them?

Is it love, when they are the only person who never experiences your pettiness, is never the victim of your anger?

Is it love when they accept random hugs because you're cold or tired or upset?

Is it love when you can cry on them no questions asked?

Is it love when even a broken promise can't keep you away?

Is it love when knowing they aren't yours hurts?

Is it love, when watching them fall in love with someone else, hurts so bad, it burns in your chest, but you don't care as long as they're happy?

Is that love?