What the FUCK is love?

Love is walking your bike when the other person doesn’t have one. Love is choosing to pick the eyelash off their cheek, because you want to be the one to hold their wishes. Love is talking until 1am with people you’ve just met. Love is something you share, like peanut M&M’s.

I just absolutely love human beings that I relate to on an emotional and philosophical level. I appreciate every moment I interact with them, how their skin is able to hold in so much intelligence and wit. How is it that we don’t explode from all of our knowledge?

We meet people for a reason. They come in and teach us something. Sometimes they stay. Sometimes they leave.