Wednesday, December 29, 2010


  • Love is a slow kiss goodnight, It's anticipation.
  • Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything, It's respect.
  • Love is an imperfection in your self not bothering you, it's acceptance.
  • Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet, It's patience.
  • Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles, it's exploration.
  • Love does not have to say, "lets make love," because you know what the other person wants, it understands.
  • Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed, it's consideration.
  • Love is both of you remembering protection, it's responsibility.
  • Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles, it's humor.
  • Love is being told "stop and I'll kill you." It's desire.
  • Love is reviewing the damge to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door the to bedroom, it's abandonment.
  • Love is seeing what your love really looks like for the first time, it's truth.
  • Love is knowing what time it is and not caring, it's joy.
  • Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace, it's ecstasy.
  • Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew, it's renewal.
  • Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken, it's tenderness.
  • Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder, it's where fantasy meets reality.
  • Love is being there to wake your lover slowly, it's sensuousness.
  • Love belatedly knows why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago, it's practicality.
  • Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed, it's closeness.
  • Love knows you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person, its trust.
  • Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent, its faith.
  • Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore" it's a lesson in human frailty.
  • Love is opening your medicine cabinet finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a prezel, it's adaptation.
  • Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it's reflection.
  • Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it's loneliness.
  • Love is stories that will never be told, it's personal.

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