What is love?
Is that blue box with the ring that you’ve been dreaming about since you were little?
Is it the kiss that is quickly stolen from you in the dead of the night?
Is it that phone call that comes though right when you need it most?
Is it that moment they sacrifice that last piece of chocolate in the box for you?
Or is it feeling that utter comfort that you could be you in your own skin with another human being and not restrain yourself?