• Walking through the city that never sleeps, I noticed a wall tainted with murals of art.
    And hidden within the misplaced words lay a small message upon a faded heart.
    “What is love?” It asked, to anyone who dared take a second glance.
    And challenge those who thought they knew everything about romance.
    Yet would my answer prove worthy at the ignorant age of eighteen?
    Would my definition of the word, “love” be anything it’s supposed to mean?
    Thoughts start rushing in, and my mind begins playing memories of someone I hold dear.
    And like a song, my heart starts singing the response the wall would like to hear.

    Love is when the world suddenly grows quiet and all you hear is the pounding of his beating heart.
    When you kiss him goodbye, and the second he leaves you selfishly don’t want to be apart.
    Love is waking up to the strange pull from something when you’re in a million covers deep,
    And you turn around to find him holding you close to him, even while he’s fast asleep.
    Love is when you’re near the brink of tears, and somehow, someway he already knew.
    When your primary source of happiness is when his lips break into a smile just for you.
    Love is when your lips slowly inch into the dark, searching for his underneath the sheets,
    And after what feels like hours of anticipation in the dark, they manage to softly meet.

    Love is when the thought of sharing does not process through the brain.
    It’s when everything you own instantly becomes theirs with nothing to gain.
    Love is when he randomly kisses your forehead without a reason or “just because,”
    Even when you’re at your worse and he could notice all of your flaws.
    Love is getting a call really early in the morning and his voice telling you to open the door,
    Wanting to see you and hold you before he goes to work and wanting nothing more.
    Love is having inside jokes, and hidden meanings to different words,
    Making strange noises in public and laughing about it afterwards.

    Love is not being about to go to sleep without telling him you love him and goodnight,
    Even when your mind is angry at him, your heart will not let you go to sleep tonight.
    Love is running into the pouring rain holding hands, when everyone else runs to find cover.
    When we’re the only ones dancing at the ocean’s edge while above a lightning storm hovers.
    Love is waking up bruised from the seatbelt, and finding a sunrise in front of the windshield,
    Turning around to tell him about the beautiful sight, and seeing him passed out with his eyes sealed.
    Love is getting anxious hoping he gets home safe in the middle of a late night,
    Waiting by the phone for a text or a call saying everything is alright.

    Love is staying up all night on the phone betting who will stay awake but he was so unaware,
    That you’d wake up the next day hearing his snores on the phone, and wishing you could be there.
    Love is making plans for the next few years, not knowing what might happen in between.
    Just the perfect amount of naivety and time, to guess what the other might really mean.
    Love is taking pictures of each other even when you both hate being in photography,
    But you both deal with it in the end just to see the other’s smile and make them happy.
    Love is kissing me even when I begin showing faint signs of getting sick,
    And getting a call the next day saying you got a fever overnight pretty quick.

    Love is finding company in each other’s solitude, away from the ones that surround us.
    Walking around New York City for the day, and falling asleep in your arms on the bus.
    Love is watching the sunset on a blanket beside the ocean, and getting covered in kisses and hugs.
    Getting up about two hours later and running to the car smothering in bites from hungry bugs.
    Love is wishing to spend the night; our parents would kill us if they knew,
    But one night is all it took to know the best sleep I’ll ever get is being there with you.
    Love is holding hands while walking, and letting go because they get so sweaty against another,
    Feeling a bit embarrassed when you let go until he walks around you and grabs the other.
    Love is finding yourself in his eyes, as he stares into yours for what seems like forever.
    Wondering what he sees in your eyes, as you try and figure out with every endeavor.

    For someone who has never loved someone else before,
    Thinking about everything we’ve done is making me love him more.
    The time we’ve been together, has changed everything I once thought true.
    I never believed loved existed until I spent more time with you.
    The definition of love for me will never become another myth,
    Because I already defined the word with the boy I fell in love with…

    ♥