Love is when you you can't stop thinking about him.
Love is spending hours with each other...just talking..and not get bored
Love is when you find yourselves holding hands and neither remembers initiating the contact.
Love is being together without having to say anything...but still know what each other is thinking...
Love is when he comes over to your place and remembers a carton of milk for breakfast cereal.
Love is when you find yourself having a great time clothes shopping, just because you're together.
Love is when you get some great news or some sad news and the first person you feel like calling is him.
Love is when you feel all ill at ease and moody because circumstances prevent you from seeing him for a day or two.
Love is when you start to wonder what your children will look like...
Love is when you remember his birthday. Even though you had to write a note to yourself and stick it on the dashboard of your car.
Love is when you run back into a burning building to save his favourite stuffed toy that he has had since childhood.
Love is never HAVING TO SAY your sorry
Love is when you wake up in the middle of the night to find him staring at you and he says "I am so lucky to have found you".
Love is when he spends two hours talking to your mother and is still sane afterwards.
Love is sharing a shower..
Love is when he holds you during the scary bits of the movie.
Love is when you walk through the park at night and you can say "I feel so safe with you".
Love is when he sees something she'd like and buys it on the spur of the moment, just because he knows you'll smile when he gives it to you.
Love is when you find yourself hanging out his underwear on the clothes line and you are happy to do it.
Love is when you sign both yours and his name at the bottom of your Christmas cards.
Love is when you cook his tea and he irons your dress for you.
Love is when you put his sexual fulfilment before yours.
Love is when you wear something sexy just to turn him on.
Love is when the car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and rather than complaining he starts kissing you instead.
Love is when he carrys ALL the shopping bags for you.
Love is when you bumps his funny bone and he asks you to kiss it better.
Love is when he cancels the basketball match with the lads, because he wants you.
Love is when she lets him watch the XFiles and he sits through Melrose Place.
Love is when she says "My period hasn't come yet" and he manages to play it cool and not panic.
Love is when he laughs at your jokes despite the fact that he has already heard them all before.
Love is when he unlocks and opens the passenger door for you before getting into the car himself.
Love is when you jokingly say "Honey, I'm home", and it actually feels right.
Love is when you spend all Sunday morning in bed together.
Love is when a sexy woman walks past and he doesn't even notice.
Love is when the same sexy woman asks him to rub suntan oil onto her body and he doesn't because he knows you wouldn't approve.
Love is when, for no reason, you see mundane things that have always been there and find them beautiful.
Love is when you walk along the footpath curb, like you did when you were a kid, and laugh for no reason.
Love is when he visits his parents and he actually hugs his father, because you opened the sensitive side in him.
Love is when you race each other to the train stop, but then he lets you on first.
Love is when he lifts you in his arms and carrys you to bed.
Love is when he calls you at the office just to hear your voice.
Love is when he lets you order olives and achovies on the pizza.
Love is when you sit up all night talking about your innermost doubts and fears and he actually listens and understands.
Love is when you share the same glass, because it saves on the washing up.
Love is when he sits you in his lap at parties even though there are plenty of other seats.
Love is when he gives up smoking for you.
Love is when you go halves in buying a bed.
Love is when he lets you take a photo of him and you end up using the whole film.
Love is when you he writes you poetry he uses the word "forever".
Love is when your friends buy you his and her bath towels, and always refer to you as "those two".
Love is when you he sells his car just to buy a plane ticket, and chases you across the world to say "I'm sorry".
Love is when you smell his scent on your clothes and it floods your mind with happy memories.
Love is when, after you've broken up, you compare everyone else to him and find them all lacking.
Love is when, after you've broken up, you cry after looking at photos of him.
Love is when you contemplate driving your car off a cliff because you can't stand life without him.
Love is when you live.
Love is when you SOAR.
