What does love mean?
A question I’ve asked myself for years
And one I can start to develop an answer to
It’s the trees with their leaves of gold and maroon.
And being attacked in hugs
After being away from people for too long.
It’s the little gifts of smiles
And laughter when you most need it.
It’s knowing that you would drop everything
For that one person
And knowing they would do the same for you.
It’s waking up in the morning
And not dreading a single thing
That you are going to do that day.
Or is that just happiness?
Is there a difference?