It's love if:
You have great chemistry:
You get lost in your conversations, and the hours pass like minutes. You're more than willing to listen to her when she talks about her day. The chemistry between you is remarkable.
You find her beautiful:
Even if you catch her with no makeup on and her hair pulled back while she's unclogging a toilet, she still looks beautiful to you.
You want to spend time with her:
All you want to do is to be with her, whether you're having sex or not. Even if she tells you that sex will have to wait, you don't care.
You see a future together:
You experience the strange feeling that your life would be totally empty without her. You tell your friends and family that she may be The One, and you're even thinking about marrying her.
You introduce her to your family:
It becomes very important to you that your parents like her, and that she gets along with everyone close to you.
You include her in all your plans:
Whether you're going out with your male friends or taking your dog for a walk, you want her there with you. And if she's not there, you can't get her off your mind and sneak off to give her a quick "I miss you" phone call. Of course, you don't tell your buddies.
You are more romantic:
All of a sudden you find yourself listening to cheesy romantic songs and thinking of her. You send her flowers and love notes to work and set up romantic evenings candlelit dinners at home.
You always take her side:
If someone says anything even slightly disparaging about her, you immediately rise to her defense. Furthermore, in social gatherings, you always agree with her even if you disagree behind closed doors.
She makes you want to be a better man:
She challenges and motivates you. She makes you happy, and you'd do anything to make her happy.
You have great chemistry:
You get lost in your conversations, and the hours pass like minutes. You're more than willing to listen to her when she talks about her day. The chemistry between you is remarkable.
You find her beautiful:
Even if you catch her with no makeup on and her hair pulled back while she's unclogging a toilet, she still looks beautiful to you.
You want to spend time with her:
All you want to do is to be with her, whether you're having sex or not. Even if she tells you that sex will have to wait, you don't care.
You see a future together:
You experience the strange feeling that your life would be totally empty without her. You tell your friends and family that she may be The One, and you're even thinking about marrying her.
You introduce her to your family:
It becomes very important to you that your parents like her, and that she gets along with everyone close to you.
You include her in all your plans:
Whether you're going out with your male friends or taking your dog for a walk, you want her there with you. And if she's not there, you can't get her off your mind and sneak off to give her a quick "I miss you" phone call. Of course, you don't tell your buddies.
You are more romantic:
All of a sudden you find yourself listening to cheesy romantic songs and thinking of her. You send her flowers and love notes to work and set up romantic evenings candlelit dinners at home.
You always take her side:
If someone says anything even slightly disparaging about her, you immediately rise to her defense. Furthermore, in social gatherings, you always agree with her even if you disagree behind closed doors.
She makes you want to be a better man:
She challenges and motivates you. She makes you happy, and you'd do anything to make her happy.
by askmen June 26, 2005
When she's an Ass, stubborn, mean, puts up with your shit, and makes you fall in love with her everyday, she also tends to get jealous and makes you feel bad for not being there for her. She's magic and you don't mind being mean for her because she might just kill you.
by Annonymosity21 June 15, 2015
Love is when your dog licks your face, when you come home, even though you've left them alone all day
by Im from Australia October 19, 2005
Love is that thing, that feeling, that state of being that takes the empty isolation within ourselves and imbues it with light; the color of the canvas of our souls. The warmth that fills you as you think about the one you love is indescribable, irreplaceable, and you do nothing but smile; for there is nothing you want to do but smile; there's nothing you CAN do except smile. The memories and thoughts of them make themselves known without warning; and all you can do is resist, but you'd rather surrender. It compels you, but its coercion is freeing.
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
It's so much more than mere caring, mere affection, mere emotion: it's that which makes you feel most yourself; for in Loving them, you are yourself. The mere idea of losing them, or harm coming to them, breaks your heart; for you are broken with them. You are no longer two, distinct people, but one, united being; one man, one woman, one flesh.
The very aim of Love is to bind itself unto the thing Beloved. If it doesn't, it's something else- its empty shadow (and even shadows are real). Love- True, Romantic Love- is not something which you give to another, but that which you choose to give no other- for there is no other to whom you wish to give it.
There's a saying that Love is blind, but True Love isn't; for it sees things as they are- faults and all- and Loves them anyway.
These three words carry the weight of the world: "I Love you."
by WhatYouThinkVWhatYouKnow May 6, 2013
An infatuation. You can "fall" out of it just as fast as you can fall in it. A phrase that is often misunderstood today and used very loosly to the point of nearly loosing its meaning. Contrary to poplular belief, being in-love IS possible without the same affection in return. Just because someone doesn't love you back means you are not actually in love? Hogwash. You CAN indeed love someone unconditionally without being loved return. Being "in-love" does not occur by accident, because love is a choice and an action rather than an emotion, like most people believe. Howver, being in-love or loving a person romantically and unconditionally has a few symtoms:
1. getting butterflies in your stomach or nausea when you see the object of your infatuation.
2. your pulse races when you are with or near that person
3. you cant stop thinking about them
4. the can be in your dreams
5. you can't stop smiling when thinking of the person
6. you imagine having children with that person, perhaps to the point of thinking of names.
7. you imagine yourself going to the altar with that person
8. you have a longing to be with that person
9. you get clumsy when thinking of them
10. you think you will do anything to be with that person
11. you have pet names for each other.
1. getting butterflies in your stomach or nausea when you see the object of your infatuation.
2. your pulse races when you are with or near that person
3. you cant stop thinking about them
4. the can be in your dreams
5. you can't stop smiling when thinking of the person
6. you imagine having children with that person, perhaps to the point of thinking of names.
7. you imagine yourself going to the altar with that person
8. you have a longing to be with that person
9. you get clumsy when thinking of them
10. you think you will do anything to be with that person
11. you have pet names for each other.
Being in love is the best thing that happens to a person BUT can turn into the worst thing that happens to you when it doesn't work or goes bad.
by krock1dk@yahoo.com December 16, 2007
love is all the things in all of these other definitions but i find that the one thing missing out of all of them is that when you're in love you'll do whatever it takes to make her happy, to make her life better and make sure her life is successful... even if that means letting her go so you don't get in the way of her life's goals and ambitions
by just lost her to life July 25, 2008
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so
vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means
someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these
defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing could
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid
person, wanders into your stupid life. . .you give them a piece of
you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss
you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love
takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you
crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like
"maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into
a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just
in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a should-hurt,
a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love.
vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means
someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these
defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing could
hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid
person, wanders into your stupid life. . .you give them a piece of
you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss
you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love
takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you
crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like
"maybe we should just be friends" or "how very perceptive" turns into
a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just
in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a should-hurt,
a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.
I hate love.
by Nikki sixxx July 7, 2006