Love is not the fear of absence.
A mistaken identity of mixed emotions.
That feeling you get when something is gone.
It isn’t emptiness...
Love is when she sleeps on the guest bed with you
When you have trouble sleeping in your own.
When she shows up on your doorstep
Because things didn’t end well over the phone .
It isn’t the feeling in the pit of your stomach
When she doesn’t text back.
Instead, it’s the way your heart skips a beat
When you hear her voice after a long day.
Love is the way that your body tingles at her touch.
It’s the way she shivers at yours.
Love is making the changes to help things along.
Even if it means changing yourself.