Love is a slow kiss goodnight, it is anticipation. Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothiering you, it is acceptance. Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, it is patience. Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the innersoles, it is exploration. Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it is consideration.
Love is saying the perfect phrase to make the solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it is humor.
Love is reviewin the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are serewn in a clockwize pattern from the front door to the bedroom, it is abandonment. Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it is truth. Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it is joy. Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it is ecstacy. Love is telling a person if you have to leave you will let them sleep and being told they would rather be awakened, it is tenderness.