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. Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your sholder, it is where fantasy meets reality. Love is blatedly knowing why you bought a king size bed three years ago, it is practicality.
Love is two people only taking up a third of a king size bed, it is closeness.
Love is knowning you gave the extra set of keys to the right person, it is trust. Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word sore, it is a lesson in human fraility. Love is opening you medicine cabinet and finding your toothpaste turned into a pretzel, it is adaptation. Love is sitting at your window looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it is reflection. Love is hearing the weather forcast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it is loneliness.