Love*is

Love is when you breathe their name when you think about them all the time. Love is when you can\'t stop smiling, just by the fact that he knows your name. Love is when all you care about is making a good impression on him. Love is when your whole life flashes before your eyes at the thought of his lips, deep eyes, soft face. It\'s sighing for his every day normal life. Love is knowing you\'ll love him more than he\'ll ever love you, and not caring, because his smile could melt your loneliness as fast as possible. It\'s understanding that he knows you love him, and still talks to you. Love is when you can\'t stop thinking about
him, and the only way you'll stop is if your beautifully blessed love-filled heart sadly and tragically stops. And you know he'll still care for you afterwards. Love...when in love, everything begins to look beautiful. Every dream seems to come true. All your goals change direction. Even the wind changes its course... eyes search for colors... and now even red starts to look nice. Every moment... every time... always. There's only one name on the lips. You think of them day and night. You keep feeling like they are moving with you everywhere you go. The first step to friendship is love, and the last step is friendship too. It's the middle that's left. When you close your eyes all you see is them. When you open your eyes, you long to see them. Even when they are not near you, you feel them in everything you're surrounded by. Every second... every minute... all the time. When you die, your heart, and your love will only be a memory. You hope your love will be enough to suffice, but you doubt it, though that doesn't stop you from loving them. Love is made with two hearts, not three.