By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA
 • Love is two people meeting – innocent, and friendly. • Love is growing up together – knowing every single detail of everything. • Love is helping him get together with your best friend – it was fine, because you didn’t know it at first. • Love is the night before graduation of high school - two kids, looking for excitement. • Love is laughing it off the next day – saying it meant nothing. • Love is months after at the beach – realizing you were both wrong. • Love is sneaking out at night – when the entire world is asleep. • Love is laying down for hours – looking at the stars, your head on his chest. • Love is constantly wishing for time to stop - because in the morning, you’d have to suck it up and have a double date. • Love is you breaking up with your significant other – because all you ever do is think about him. • Love is him staying with her. • Love is going out with all of your friends – everybody, him with her, and you, by yourself. • Love is going home with someone else – hoping to forget. • Love is him driving to “someone else’s” house – desperate to stop whatever would have happened. • Love is him driving me home – nothing awake but the sun, and our tired eyes. • Love is endlessly arguing – both agreeing that it would never work. • Love is crying – because deep inside, there’s nothing in the world you’d rather have. • Love is going back to normal – him with her, and me with my significant other. • Love is him breaking up with her – I’m sorry for that. • Love is finding out he’s moving to a different time zone – crushed, and depressed. • Love is having our own lives – not seeing each other as much for a while. • Love is him coming home for Christmas – with someone new. • Love is your heart breaking in literally a million, tiny, pieces –she’s perfect. • Love is hugging for an eternity – when nobody was looking. • Love is you grabbing my waist – telling me to stay. • Love is spending the entire night together – as if nothing has changed. • Love is agreeing yet again that this would never work – crying myself to sleep. • Love is me writing this – finally admitting that you’re the one I will always and constantly want |
