I can’t describe love itself, but I can describe a moment in love. Love is talking to you while your eyes are struggling to keep open, but you’re listening to every word I say because you don’t want to leave me hanging. Eventually your body gives in and your body goes limp, your hair is sticking to your forehead and you call my name out in your sleep. Even though your passed out on the sheets, not aware of the cars passing down the street, I’ve never felt safer. The room feels warm with protection, I don’t think I’ll ever forget this feeling. I don’t feel butterflies or a buzzing in my heart. I just feel this warmth, all over my skin. Love is knowing that my dreams are far too out of reach, that I won’t end up rich with a huge mansion but not caring. Love is not caring about what the circumstances are or how much we fight over bills, love is being able to come home kiss you slowly and ask you how your day was. Sure, we’ll have our off days but love isn’t infatuation or obsession it’s patience and respect. Maybe to others this isn’t love, but I swear in that moment nothing else came to mind. In that moment while I looked at your shaking hands, I thought ‘this is what love feels like’ and I never wanted to let go of it. Because if I could feel that way for the rest of my life, everything else seemed dull and nothing was unreachable.