I'm sure to some people, the following piece is nothing but a description of over-dramatic teenage romance, but I don't care. This is what love means to me.

What is love?

Love is a warm summer breeze coursing through me.

Love is an inescapable infatuation.

Love is my heart beating faster at the very thought of his name.

Love is a vibrating cell phone.

Love is unabashed acceptance.

Love is awkward Skype calls.

Love is heartfelt teary 2 am texts.

Love is hope through the pain.

That is love, to me.