Love is when you find happiness in the other person's happiness; when you feel what they feel: when they're sad, you're sad, and when they're glad, you're glad.
Love is when you'd put them before you, when you think of them first and yourself last; when you'd risk your happiness for theirs; when you'd rather them be happy and you depressed than vice versa; when you'd rather them love someone else to make them happy, just because their happiness is all you care about.
Love is when you look into their eyes and you're finished. Even in a crowd of hundreds of people that never shut up, once you're looking into their eyes, you're lost. You can't see anything, and you hear nothing, except for the rapid beat of your heart.
Love is when you smile, just because you're thinking of or talking to them. And you're happy. Like nothing can ever go wrong.
But....
Love is also when you stay up all night, crying; you get so worried about them, about you.
Love is when you are in pain, but you still can't stop getting over them. No matter the trying and moving on, you just can't.
Love is when you get jealous of the little things, feeling invisible and heartbroken at the samt ime.
Love is teardrops on your pillowcase, cracks in your heart, and aches in your mind.
But love is beautiful. It is happy and said. It is black and white. It is life.
Therefore, love = life.
~Bright_Shadow~
A/N: This isn't really a story. I was just feeling inspirational at midnight or something and this is what happens when you can't fall asleep and you, well.... you love someone. It's not exactly that simple, but it's strange. Like I said, it's not a story. Just a one-time thingy. :)
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