What is love?

i love her…

…and so i’m afraid to lose her. but i will not lose her because of that. i will not hold back. if i lose her, it will be because i’ve done everything i could and it simply wasn’t enough.

i love her…

…even when it hurts. even when i can’t see her enough, when i am afraid she’ll forget me, when i’m afraid it’s easier not to, when i’m afraid it won’t matter or that it never did.

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What is love? Is it the little notes that I leave her? Is it the clothes that I pack for her? The outfits that I chose? The heartache that comes from watching her love someone else, but still I stay to be there for her? Is it the synchronized sequence of our heart beat as they exchange through the touch of our bodies? Is it the pastries she would save me after a work event? Is it the non-exclusive, yet, not so random kisses? Is it her pair of pajamas on my dresser, her tooth brush in my sink, her soap in my bathtub? Is it the every little things that mattered or the little things that didn't matter?

What is love? Who knows.