defining "I Love You"

this is personal, and its just one of the many definitons of love that people have.

I Love You.
I Love You. What does that mean? Well I’m just a young girl, but maybe it’s the way he looks at me when he’s had a rough day. The one that for some strange reason makes me want to do everything and anything to make him happy. Maybe even as happy as I am-if possible, because I’ve never been this happy. Not even on my birthday, which is a strong statement, because these days people need a lot more than a pretty cake with candles and a surplus of presents to feel what I’m feeling. But it’s funny because all I needed was those pretty brown eyes to look at me and I’m set. Which reminds me of your long, perfect eyelashes that you hate. And I’m gonna love them no matter what you say and you know it. You know it like the way you think you know you’re smarter than me. Just because I trip on my own foot or pronounce a four letter word the wrong way. I love watching you flatter yourself and laugh at your own jokes with that laugh that no one could ever resemble. And that smile that goes along with it. Maybe it’s the way you can grab anyone’s attention and you don’t even know it. How you tell your stories to everyone, about when you were younger, getting in trouble, or just the little things you never forgot. Maybe it’s how I stop and look around at everyone listening to you, and then I look at you talking on and on and think, “He’s mine. I can hug him, kiss him, or just be in his arms anytime I want.” Maybe it’s the feeling I get when I see other couples fight or flirt. It reminds me of how amazing he is and how strong our bond is compared to anybody else. Maybe it’s those days when I throw my hair up and jump into some sweatpants. When I don’t even bother with make-up and I’m ready to see you ‘cause I know you see deeper than looks and you love who I am and not what I look like all the time. I still wonder how a girl like me could get a guy like you. With the perfect face. The perfect body. The perfect everything. Maybe it’s how you remember every anniversary. Even if it is only 30 days. You’re the only one who ever remembered. Maybe it’s the fact that everyone says they want a relationship like ours. They tell me how their guy would never blast “My Girl” in the car just because they wanted him to. Or how they could never sit for hours and laugh about one thing as stupid as someone we caught on the news getting hit in the face by a fish, like we could. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been going on and on about one person instead of the meaning of “I Love You”. I guess everybody has their own definition for that. And maybe I’m not just a young girl anymore. Maybe I’m a girl in love.