• Love is a slow kiss goodnight. It’s anticipation.
  • Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything. It’s respect.
  • Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you. It’s acceptance.
  • Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn’t right yet. It’s patience.
  • Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles. It’s exploration.
  • Love is not having to say “Let’s make love,” because you know what the other person wants. It’s understanding.
  • Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed. It’s consideration.
  • Love is both of you remembering protection. It’s responsibility.
  • Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles. It’s humor.
  • Love is being told “Stop and I’ll kill you”. It’s desire.
  • Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom. It’s abandonment.
  • Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time. It’s truth.
  • Love is knowing what time it is and not caring. It’s joy.
  • Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace. It’s ecstasy.
  • Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew. It’s renewal.
  • Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken. It’s tenderness.
  • Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder. It’s where fantasy meets reality.
  • Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly. It’s sensuousness.
  • Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago. It’s practicality.
  • Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed. It’s closeness.
  • Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person. It’s trust.
  • Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent. It’s faith.
  • Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word “sore”. It’s a lesson in human frailty.
  • Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel. It’s adaptation.
  • Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before. It’s reflection.
  • Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover. It’s loneliness.
  • Love is stories that will never be told. It’s personal.

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