I keep asking myself 
What love is.. 
Is it the shiver down my spine 
When we kiss.. 
Or when butterflies fly.. 
And just seeing you is a bliss..

Is it the feeling
That keeps me from dusk to dawn
Up with your thoughts.. Or

Is it the feeling
That without the morning texts
I simply feel lost..

Is it the feeling
That silence 
Begins to sound like a new language.. Or

Is it the feeling
That nothing stands a chance.. And 
All I need is that one damn glance..

And now..to me love is..

From those deep to meaningless talks
With you
From holding hands and taking the road
With you
From sunlit mornings to moonlit skies
With you.. And
From here to all the distance to go
With you..

And finally.. 
To me love is.. 
YOU.

We often get lost in the cheesy feelings of love, that movies, web series and fairy-tales have well established. But we seldom don't realise love is not always about the feelings that gives you a adrenaline rush, its not always about feeling happy, safe or secure, its not about thrills and chills, its not about the first-time(s) and it certainly isn't always romantic. 

To me, love is commitment, the promise to stick along, the promise to grow together, the promise to always have each others' back, And if you guys watch Grey's anatomy and ship MerDer, in their words, love is , the promise that you will love each other, even when you hate each other. A bit dramatic I believe. But these are going in my marriage vows. 

Love is the person you choose, for whom you willingly will go to extents one can never imagine. Love is the person, in whose eyes you see pure magic. Love is the person, with whom you can see a better version of yourself. Love is the person, who is going to stay as committed and as loyal as you. Love is the person, with whom you have endless fights with, with whom you have ugly misunderstandings with, with whom you want to the beat the shit out ,in every argument, with whom you always complain about not having their attention, though they stay with you all day long and Love is the person, you annoy and seek pleasure. Finally Love is the person who chooses you even after all this because you both know you wouldn't want it any other way. 

Hang on. You will find true love, if not, true love will find you.