Love, love, love.

What is love?

I believe love is when you can't stand to be away from someone. You miss them so much it hurts. Love is when miss their arms being around you, when you miss the sound of their voice, when you purely miss their presence. Love is when you spend your nights crying and clutching your pillow because you know you can't have them. Love is when you finally have them, you never want to let go. When you finally have them, sometimes you hold on too tight. And you never want to let go. But sometimes, they let go. And you fall, fast. And you'll eventually hit the ground. But when you do, sometimes you just don't know what to do anymore.

But that's just what I think.

What truly is love?

I guess that's just for you to decide.