Love

I know what it is now.

Love is the quiet giggles in class. Love is the little gifts we gave each other. Love is the six-hour phone calls and the texting in school. Love is the way you carry yourself, the way you laced your fingers through mine. Love is the kisses and the quiet embraces, in the golden gazes. Love is myriad of butterflies threatening to explode out of my chest when I'm with you. Love is all you are.

But love is the pain. Love is the nausea I felt when you ended us. Love is in every tear I ever cried over you. Love is the jealousy that kills me when I see you talking to anyone but me. Love is the devil whispering to me, saying there's an easier way out. Love is the sleepless nights I spend pining over you. Love is temptation to give up on everything but you.

Love is in everything I do, for everything I do is for you. Love is everything we were. Love is all I want, but I only seem to want it from you.