Love is

Laughing on the phone over silliness and making her laugh when she says not to and she calls you a fucking bitch and then you laugh some more.
She has a naughty laugh, it gives me shivers. :heart:
 
Being willing without hesitation to also welcome her daughter and grand daughter so that she doesn't need to worry.....

Having your own daughter ask to have daughter and grand daughter stay with her to give you time together alone to snuggle in.....
 
Love is...

~ deep, dark brown eyes, long fingers, high tight ass, slim strong build. God, he's gorgeous.

~ a drug. My head feels like it shrunk, like there's not as much brain in there anymore. Maybe that's what happens. They warn you about alcohol and marijuana, but they don't tell you that love kills brain cells too. A whole lot of them.

~Love just is. It doesn't fix anything. Often it doesn't work out. It isn't the right time for one or both of the people. Love can be damn painful.
 
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Love is having someone to be with and being able to say anything without being judged. :heart:
 
Passing notes with my son last night...here is what he wrote...

~I love you Momy
~you are the gretest
~you are the sweetest
~you are preety
~you are the Best Mother in the hole wold

He difinately brought a smile to my face with those...children=unconditional LOVE!!! :heart:
 
What we have goes beyond physical pleasure. Yes, she has a beauty I'm not worthy of but she has a mind that goes beyond beautiful. I yearn for her words and much as her body. Her voice alone can sustain me for days. I'm in love with the whole package and if I have to wait a while longer, I know that it will be the last amazing thing I will ever have to wait for in my life.
 
Love is ...........waking up to her face on the pillow, and the sound of her sleepy voice saying 'I love you, wifey.' :)

*contented sigh* :heart:
 
Realizing how much she means to you when you fuck up and even through the hurt and the anger, she still loves you and holds you closer. :heart:
 
Love is the perfect soul-cleansing bowel movement.
Love imparts a lightness of being in its wake
Love has an unassailable existential unity such that,
Love is a loaf never pinched.
Love is fleeting and easily wiped from our memory.
Love floats.
 
I am trying to sleep, but all I can think about is You . . . How I long for you to be next to me, on top of me, underneath me, beside me. How I long to trail my fingertips over your skin, and kiss your shoulders. How I long for your being to be with me, and love me even more than you do now. How I long for your voice to speak my name while you hold my hand. How I long to see you over the rim of my coffee cup when I look up. How I long to hear you laughing at one of our silly jokes and see your delight. How I long to feel you next to me when I wake up.

You are in my dreams, in my mind, my head, my soul, my life. You have infiltrated every part of me and affected me on such a basic level. There are no words to describe this want and this need.

Come to me please, Baby?
 
Let me start by saying THANK YOU for your friendship. I thought I knew what the word meant, and then you came into my life. It was just the first of many words I would have to redefine, for you raised the bar higher than I thought possible.

Love you muchly, Soul Candy. I'm here :heart:
 
Love is when I hear my neices or nephew randomly and unexpectedly say to me, "I love you." I am always tickled at these three simple little words they utter with such grace and ease. It is a sure way to make my lips curve upward in a huge smile.

I also think love is when you're forced to catch your breath because the emotions are so powerful and moving, they makes you lose it for a split second. And when you continually have to keep catching your breath, well....now that's just beautiful.

Pondering over love,
Rae :heart:
 
... missing out on supper because she's been thinking about you for the four hours that she's been home from work and she just Can't wait any longer! :devil:
 
holding on.

Love is holding on, because when all has been taken away and you have nothing left, you realise that nothing is important, except love.

So you hold on a little tighter.
 
Love is: killing two rats and taking them out to the garbage, because your SO has an extreme fear and disgust regarding them. :D
 
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