The True Meaning of Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
It's waiting in anticipation.
It is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything.
It's respect.
It is is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It's acceptance.
It is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
It's patience.
It is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
It's exploration.
It is not having to say "Let's make love," because you know what the other person wants.
It's understanding.
It is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It's consideration.
It is both of you remembering protection.
It's responsibility.
It is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It's humor.
It is being told "Stop and I'll kill you".
It's desire.
It is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It's abandonment.
It is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It's truth.
It is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It's joy.
It is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It's ecstasy.
It is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It's renewal.
It is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken.
It's tenderness.
It is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It's where fantasy meets reality.
It is is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It's sensuousness.
It is is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It's practicality.
It is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It's closeness.
It is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It's trust.
It is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It's faith.
It is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It's a lesson in human frailty.
It is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It's adaptation.
It is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.
It's reflection.
It is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It's loneliness.
It is stories that will never be told.
It's personal.
Love is Music and You!
It's waiting in anticipation.
It is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything.
It's respect.
It is is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It's acceptance.
It is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
It's patience.
It is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
It's exploration.
It is not having to say "Let's make love," because you know what the other person wants.
It's understanding.
It is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It's consideration.
It is both of you remembering protection.
It's responsibility.
It is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It's humor.
It is being told "Stop and I'll kill you".
It's desire.
It is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It's abandonment.
It is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It's truth.
It is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It's joy.
It is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It's ecstasy.
It is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It's renewal.
It is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken.
It's tenderness.
It is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It's where fantasy meets reality.
It is is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It's sensuousness.
It is is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It's practicality.
It is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It's closeness.
It is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It's trust.
It is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It's faith.
It is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It's a lesson in human frailty.
It is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It's adaptation.
It is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.
It's reflection.
It is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It's loneliness.
It is stories that will never be told.
It's personal.
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