Love is....

Love is the sleepless nights talking to them when they get back from work
Love is your heart ripping out of your chest as you get on the plane but knowing you would do it again if it meant seeing them for even a weekend
Love is knowing the now is hard but hoping the future will get better
Love is when he wipes your frozen tears on a snowy night when the past looms to close
Love is laughing and wanting to capture the moment forever
Love is crying silent tears and pressing your face into his neck so he doesn't see
Love is kissing his tears away
Love is the obstacle of 1000miles but still trying
Love is reading with his face pressed against your leg as he sleeps while you stroke his back
Love is not talking for three days because you know they are busy or stressed
Love is telling each other the weird or dark dreams you had the night before
Love is trying to help them see the logic of staying but also wanting them to fly over to be with you
Love is not being afraid to talk about odd childhoods
Love is going with her in the bloody freezing cold so that she can go for a walk to stop her twitching
Love is dancing with your eyes closed because you know he is near and so if you fall over he will laugh as he helps you stand up
Love is being angry but still loving him even if he drives you nuts
Love is just so bloody bizarre its difficult to put it in to words but I love it because its you