I'm discovering that maybe love isn't about erratic heart beats and flushed cheeks. Perhaps it's about finding someone who convinces you that no, you won't die if you flunk your calculus final. Maybe love is when he can help you find yourself when you're irrevocably lost on life's incomprehensibly vast map.

I believe that love is about feeling warm and complete, a drizzle of rain to help you grow. Not being confined as a stuttering fool; that's a whimsy crush, or being starstruck. Love is something beautiful and long-lasting and perfectly made yet complication-prone.