What I thought to be love, and what I now know love is

Your mind.

So effortlessly, with great simplicity, it can manipulate you

to break down your walls just enough to allow yourself to be so naive.

To believe in such a warm, safe and intimate feeling

because of the purity and foolishness that describes your mind,

puts you in a situation where the feeling you have thought to be love 

is laced with unhappiness. 

When love tells you it will be patient, 

but comes back loud and ready to guilt.

When your love is no longer warm and safe, 

but cold and exposed. 

When love pressures you and puts you down, 

that is not love.

Your heart. 

So overwhelming, with no simplicity at all, it falls in love.

When your heart falls in love, 

it does not grow weary.

When your heart feels as though it is dancing, 

and your mind as though it is playing the soft, slow, pretty music your heart is able to sway to,

that is how you are able to determine you are in love. 

When your heart laughs and no longer cries because of the unhealthy sadness

it used to call love.

Love has a behavior

of when your heart is finally able to beat and it enjoys that it is beating.

Love is allowing yourself to be vulnerable

as though you are being carried in your lovers hands and melting through

the cracks of their fingers.

When you are able to be at your worst, 

and when they still think of you as beautiful.

Love is writing this and thinking of you;

most importantly writing this and thinking of you and being happy.

It is expressing myself in my love for writing and sharing it with you, 

even if it makes me feel vulnerable and insecure. 

It is knowing this and still having the courage to show you.

I can do this,

Because I love you.