Do you love me?

Kisses and hugs feel warm against my cold exterior.

What is love if that isn't it?

A tyrant act ritual we converse in everyday, just to feel each other.

Love should feel like it does when breathing, free.

It shouldn't feel tied down bound by rope, wanted on posters by bounty hunters.

Love is simply simple with complex equations that follow. 

Love means I'll be there even before you are.

No matter how many times I mess up, no matter how many times I fail, you'll always be there to catch me.

Trust is key, as well as honesty is honestly open.

Love is like receiving a hot mug of cocoa on a cold winters day, or that chicken soup you eat when your not feeling okay.

Love is involuntarily stitching someones brokenness back together.

Finding pieces to the puzzle scattered along the terrain, and helping them put it together again.

"Because I love you", I'd do that for you.