Love?

Isn't Love anxiety and manipulation?

Knocking yourself down to build them up?

Isn't it crying yourself to sleep everynight and physically feeling your heart crack?

Full of "I love you but..."'s  that leave you feeling like you aren't enough?

Isn't it moping around because they have yet to agknowledge your presence that day?

Altering yourself for their desires?

Isn't it puting your feelings aside to help them find happiness in someone elses arms?

That's what love is. Isnt it?

It has to be.

Only it isn't.

Love is butterflies and warmth.

Supporting and building eachother up.

Love is crying because of the random appecation texts

All the "I love you and..."'s that leave you feeling like the luckiest person alive.

Love is sitting for hours savoring each others presence.

Hugging for the tenth time that day and feeling as though it were the first.

Love is  having them tell you think are your flaws, are what they adore most about you.

Finding happiness in each others arms.

That.

That's what love is.