You know.. for the longest time I would stray away from thinking about what love is. I was heartbroken for a time. I thought.. I knew what love was when I was younger. But little did I know that years later I would finally know in my heart what love would come to truly mean for me. Love is not defined by one specific moment in time but happens over the course of many days and nights shared between two beautiful human beings. I found that loving someone does not mean that you have to put up with the things that you dislike about each other. Love comes with a plethora of emotions that we go through on a daily basis. Love is a series of unforgettable moments that transpire when you least expect them too. Love is looking into another human being’s eyes and seeing the beauty in a color you haven’t previously been fond of. Love is thinking about someone and asking how their day is going regardless of how mundane or how many times you’ve heard the same thing over and over again. Love is having the willingness to come out of your comfort zone when you’re with your special someone. Love is finding joy in the other person’s excitement when you yourself know the things they do may not always be the most exciting. Love is in the small things that you enjoy doing with that person such as caressing their face or running your hands through their hair until they fall asleep after they have had a long and stressful day. Seeing them stressed but unwilling to talk about it at the moment so you decide to give them a little shoulder massage. Helping them with their menial tasks so they can take a breather. When you realize that you love someone, that you truly appreciate their existence in your life then the whole world dims in comparison to your special person. My special person is you, it took me a while for me to realize that I love you, and you may not love me. But that’s okay because I’m going to keep on loving the person that you are. Because you are absolutely unequivocally wonderful in my eyes.