My defination of love

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 someone asked me what love is 

still haven't figured it out yet but it's something close to 

a connection forged out of respect and understanding , the willingness to compromise for someone else just because their happiness matters more  than our own desires , it's the sleepless nights and trouble we go through when that someone is either in some sort of trouble , ailing or just unreachable and we can't find peace until they're back in our arms safe , it is the laughter and those moments we feel so whole and content when connecting with them , it is that void we feel when they're a bit far or haven't texted or called and we feel so desparate to reach out to them , it's those moments when we feel like they're the only thing in the world we want , it's that secret spark that we feel when they say something sweet or look at us some typa way or just triggered by their smile , voice , scent or a simple thought 

love is the choice to be vulnerable to emotions , to completely give your life , your joys and strengths , all of you to someone despite the risk of them breaking you ,, it's when your feelings towards them are greater than all odds 

   _shiey

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