Love

It's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.
It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.
It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.
It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.
It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.
It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.
It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.
It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.
It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.
It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.
It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.
It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.
It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old lady with a limp.
It's the man who helped a scared fifteen year old fix her broken down car.
It's the warmth you find in the arms of someone who truly loves you.
It's the very last inch of our most wonderful form of insanity.

It's also the forgiveness in my heart for the wound you left to heal.
It's also the way I would still die a thousand deaths, just to see you smile.
It's also the tears I hide inside my blanket, just so you can't hear me cry.

It's love. And it just won't leave me the hell alone.