Love is...

Love is... Love is being a thousand miles away - and still be able to picture his eyes. Love is walking into a crowed room of people - and know he's in the room, because you get that feeling. Love is when you're lying in your bed at night falling asleep - and pretending he's lying right there next to you. Love is when he walks into the room - and you forget to breathe, your heart stops for that spilt second, you get that rush. Love is missing him -before he leaves. Love is never thinking you could have these kinds of feelings - and have them for him. Love is more than just butterflies - it's indescribable.