Love to me is when he is around. Love is when I hear the 
sound of his voice. When he makes the choice, to be with 
me. Love is when I see him at his best and worst, and he 
still always look his best to me. Love is showing him 
care, no matter when, or where. Love to me is when I can 
stare in his eyes and still be surprised at how 
beautifully brown they are. Love to me is always letting 
him drive the car. Love is taking the ups and downs even 
though you don't always like to ride the merry-go-round. 
Love is putting in a little work, even when I am being a 
bitch. Love to me is when he sees my smile, and notice the 
difference between my smile and smirk. Love is knowing he 
knows me better then I know myself. Love is never waiting, 
and putting us on hold, high on the shelf. Love is 
sharing, and never keeping things to myself. Love is the 
ways I miss him kiss. Love is the way he makes me feel 
when we kiss, it is bliss. God! I miss his kiss.