I know what love is.

I know what love is. It's the feeling that grows inside your chest, branching out into your veins and throwing itself into every nook and cranny of your body. It is the silence in the night. When you turn towards the middle of the bed you see your future, your life, asleep, and vulnerable. Nothing speaks louder than their soft murmurs of dreams; slowly warming your heart. Love is when your sheets are an ocean of creamy white, tangled, and dancing with your movements. Two finally become one, as if your body is a puzzle, finally finding its missing piece. It's simply knowing that you belong in a world full of lost people.