We all have our definitions, poems, movies, books, clichés, etc. to get our idea of love but tonight after a few drinks I got mine in order. Well, may be I had it in my mind but this deliberate process made them clear to myself.
Love for me is when I adore you even when you don’t agree with most of the traits I would usually define in a person whom I think I can love in to the future.
Love is when I wake up middle of night from a deep sleep and find myself skipping a breath, or having to make an effort to breath, because I immediately realize that you are not with me.
Love for me is when I make a childish attempt to “win you over”.
Love for me is when I feel privileged to have at least met you in my life even though I may regret not “winning you over” for the rest of my life.
Love for me is when I, for once, feel like asking the Almighty for this one gift of life but at the same time feeling stupid for even thinking about asking for it.
Love for me is when I feel brave that I can face anything by your side.
…and when I feel totally fucked up without you.