If this isn't love, I don't know what is

I love him. But, love is a funny thing. Sometimes, people speak of love and don't mean it; sometimes they do mean it and never say it... And so many people think it's fucked up... it's hopeless. But I don't think so. I love him. Not just for everything he is, but for everything he isn't. How his smile, his laugh, can make life seem worth living; how his misery brings me to the edges of hell... And the fact that he loved me not too long ago. And he might still love me now. I love him. Words can not describe how I feel about him. He makes me real; when I'm around him I'm me and I'm accepted for just being me. I'm loved for just being me. And I wish he knew how I felt..... I love him.