What is Love?

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Love was when your best friend skips work to introduce you to a girl he called his friend.

Love was keeping your distance, sticking to the bro code, and leaving your opinions closed.

Love was your best friend telling you he’s not with her.

Love was for him telling you to see what’s up with her, and how she is doing.

Love was the first text you ever said to her, asking her to a drink and getting rejected.

Love was meeting your best friend for dinner, but surprised by another guest.

Love was her sitting next to you, and not your best friend.

Love was eating ribs with your best friend while she ate a Chocolate lava cake.

Love was you wanting to see her again, but never made the move to.

Love was going on a date with your best friend and the girl you had interest in.

Love was your best friend driving to pick her up. You moving to the back seat and letting her sit in the front.

Love was her holding your leg at BJ’s, while the waiter got the order all messed up.

Love was watching Pearl Harbor while cruising in the Integra with the two people that mattered the most.

Love was her moving from the front seat to the back seat, not because you asked her to, but because she wanted to.

Love was her resting her head on your shoulder, even though it is exceptionally boney and uncomfortable.

Love was when you abandoned your best friend, to watch another movie at the house.

Love was the countless times you went to Java City to Study just to be with her.

Love was her ringtone being You by Chris Brown.

Love was the night drives you’d take just to pick her up, cruise the streets with, then drop her back at home.

Love was having Ikea Icing on your face, and her cleaning it off with her lips.

Love was signing up for a class just because she was in there.

Love was sitting in the running car, talking with her, in 30 degree weather, for hours.

Love was going to Shari’s with your best friend and her, after her club nights.

Love was going riding, and letting her be your best friends passenger.

Love was not kissing her for two weeks just because.

Love was choosing her over your friends when they laughed at her.

Love was knowing she sometimes sweated on her hands and feet and not caring.

Love was dedicating With You by Chris Brown to her.

Love was giving her the name B, which stood for Babe, Baby, Boo,and all those other B names

Love was giving her the name B. because you didn’t want to be every other guy to her.

Love was her calling you on the drive home from dropping her off. 

Love was taking her to the same ol’ spots on different days. 

Love was letting the girl pluck your eyebrows because she was bored.

Love was watching Youtube Videos for hours.
Love was doing things different than the rest.

Love was taking a Women Psychology class because she was taking it.
Love was asking for reassurance because it made you feel special.

Love was going to 24 hour Starbucks and ordering her custom items not on the menu.

Love was not planning a special Valentine’s Day, but instead, going with the flow.

Love was spending a grand that day, and wanting to do it again and again.

Love was skipping class to sleep in with her.

Love was allowing her to watch her crush, Tom Welling, on TV all the time.

Love was taking her to your work and introducing her to your co-workers.
Love was her changing her make-up just to eyeliner, just because she knew that's all you liked.

Love was the head chef making her a house special, for free.

Love was listening to her Baby Makin Music CD she made for your cousin, yet never gave either a copy.

Love was letting her go to the clubs, and listen to her afterwards, how many guys wanted to swoop her.

Love was her going to the casino, just to watch you and your best friend play blackjack.

Love was singing Usher’s part of My Boo while she sang Alicia’s part,  and man she could sing.

Love was holding her while she was cold.
Love was calling her back every time her phone randomly disconnected you.

Love was, at the end of the day, coming home to YOU.

Love was you and her.

Love was crying when reading a page long text message on what she wanted, and you weren’t in there.

Love was understanding her wants meant more than your needs.

Love was being friends even because she only wanted to be friends.

Love was still seeing her during class

Love was still making her CDs that she wanted, and loved.
Love was fronting that nothing would change.

Love was smiling because it happened, not because it was over.

Love was looking at every Red Mitsubishi Montero Sport, hoping it was hers.

Love was going to Tapioca Express, ordering her drink and letting it sit in your car.

Love was keeping the Princess Pillow and Blanket in your car for no one to use but her.

Love was driving in her neighborhood, just to see if she’d like to meet up.

Love was letting her best friend be her best friend.

Love was playing all the love songs that you felt for her.
Love was singing these songs like she cared.
Love was singing to no one, but hoping she could hear you.

Love was playing all the love songs she liked, without her.

Love was going to Shari’s alone hoping’ to see her after her club nights.

Love was going to Java City daily, just to see if you’d run into her again.

Love was hating her for texting you, but smiling because it made your day.

Love was hoping to go back.

Love was believing she’d come back.

Love is moving 3000 miles away, just because you don’t want the chance to see her because you know what would happen if you did.

Love is making her a playlist, and listening to it 24/7

Love is listening to The Best you Never had by Leona Lewis and fronting like it’s the truth.

Love is The Best you never had, thinkin the Title for yourself is, the best you ever had.

Love is listening to You by Chris Brown a year and a half later.
Love is playing her ringtone on your phone, thinking it's her calling.

Love is listening to Baby Love, and going down memory lane.

Love is listening to With You by Chris Brown when you wrote this.

Love is listening to Try Sleeping with a Broken Heart and trying to be like Alicia Keys.

Love is never deleting the voicemail she left when she called.

Love is listening to the voicemail, and smiling.

Love is being jealous.

Love is having her picture the background of your phone...still.

Love is wanting to be friends, but know it’s not for the best.
Love is still holding on to the napkin with her lips imprinted on them.
Love is still wearing the purple and pink hair ties she told you to hold.

Love is wanting to talk to her, but know you shouldn’t.

Love is thinking about her all the time.

Love is being glad it happened, and hating that it’s over. 

Love is knowing she won’t come back, even if you begged her.  But it doesn’t mean to give up, or let go. 

Love is knowing to keep your silence and be invisible. 

Love is letting her fulfill her wants over your needs.  It is letting her be happy, when you are suffering.  She might’ve been with you, but now she’s with him.  And there’s nothing you can do about it..

 Love isn’t wishing you were him, only jealous of him.  It isn’t hating him for having her.  It’s understanding that she’s pleased with him.

Love is being on the sidelines cheering for the opposing team.

Love is her beautiful smile.

Love is her caring self.

Love is her being the best memory you’ll ever have.

Love is taking the good with the bad.

Love is loving everything about her.

Love is B.

Sometimes, the greatest act of love is letting go.