Someone asked me to describe love, and all I could think about was the way his lips curled into a smile when I said something childish. she asked me to tell her what love felt like, and all I could think about was his arms around me, holding me tight, making sure I didn’t fall apart. she asked me what being in love was like, and all I could think about was sitting in the car listening to him sing and coming to the conclusion that I wanted to hear his voice for the rest of my life. she asked me what love was, and I told her that it was the way your heart yearns for a person, the way your body jumps at the mere thought of the person, the way your eyes shine as you see the person walking towards you. I told her that love is the most addictive drug there is, but that the high is worth it.
