Summer c-rush or summer love?

Ideally, there's no specific definition for love right? A lot of people say a lot of different things. Some fall in love in a moment while others might take their whole life. Some fall in love with the beauty while the others fall for the flaws. 
How easy or how complicated could it be? 
I always wonder.

How would you reason 24x7 texting? Or those every night phone calls or the "meet me?" Everyday? 
The "missed you" when they didn't meet for just a day out of seven.
The long walks, hand in hand. 
When he didn't let her go after they hugged, instead he'd pull her closer and kiss her neck just because he knew the effect it had on her.
When he decided to call her pretty. As simple as it sounds, the name gave her a feeling of comfort, it made sense, it gave her butterflies. Not a single conversation went when he didn't call her pretty. 10000 times a day and he still wouldn't get tired of calling her that.
When he'd play her favourite songs on the piano and put her to sleep.
The long, tiring day didn't feel the same when they finally met at the end of the it. They would have so much to talk about but all they would do is just sit there in silence and that's all that they needed.

How could you crave for something so bad and get over it the very next moment. 
It couldn't have been love. Oh! Wait! Could it be? 
Well there was not much to know because there was no "together" and technically if there was no "together", it should have been absolutely clear. Then why wasn't it? Why did it hurt?
There was nothing on the outside but a whole new different world on the inside. 
What would you term it as? 
When you want something so bad but you don't need it, that's exactly where it all starts. It's easy to be friends than being "in love". When we're so scared of all the things that probably doesn't even exist we tend to look for peace in being away from what could give the peace that we're looking for. Is it love?

It all started in the summer. Everything was new, everything seemed fun.
If it was to follow the steps, it should have started with two people meeting and then being friends and then best friends and then maybe after years, more than friends but that's not how it went. The summer felt like one hell of a roller coaster ride.
Admist of all the confusions they found their world. Small yet complete. Little did she know that it's not how it looked, little did he know that it's not love like he thought it was. A small stone in the way and it all came crumbling down. Moving on was so easy, saying things like "it's all gone" was what he chose for. They would never know what they could have had.

It's winter now and it sure does feel cold. The blankets give no comfort in the cold nights but revisiting the memories does. The way he called her pretty still brings a smile on her face.

The summer crush now feels more like a summer rush. Love had it's own part to play, ofcourse. The cold love!