Love

What is love?
I mean there's a love of a car or a song or that perfect day when it's not quite summer but not quite fall yet and you go outside just to feel the breeze.
There is a paternal love between a parent and a child when the child can't do anything without starting off wit it's parents.
There is the love between two people who care for eachother so deeply that they would do anything at all just to make the other happy.
They hold on to eachother tight and the worst part of the day is when they have to branch off.
But they always know that the other will come back to them.
I know what you cynics are thinking: Love doesn't exist, what the fuck are you talking about?
And the romantics are thinking: Awe that's so sweet, why would people ever think love doesn't exist?
And the realists are thinking: This chick doesn't know me, she can't read my mind.
And the rest of you are thinking: Why am I still reading this?
Well while you're all thinking about it, I'm living it.
I don't have to think about it.
It's done.
I'm in love.
That's all there is to say this time.
I'm in love.
I can cross #2 off my list.