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My whole life I had thought that I knew what love felt like, whether familial, platonic, or romantic, I had thought that I knew, but I was wrong. Only right now do I know what love feels like, now as I press my lips gently against the person I care most about and they do the same, as my hands cradle their face while their’s rest with one on my waist and the other in my hair. This is what love feels like. To have this overwhelming desire to be close to the person who is treating you in the exact way you have always wanted, always needed. I had been taught since I was little that you should always treat someone the way that you wish to be treated, and I never realized that I had subconsciously been doing that my whole life. Not until this person with a soul as kind as mine happened upon me, someone who’s actions mirror my own in the exact way I’ve always desired, even their being upset brings me joy, but not in the cruel ways that you would think. I simply mean that I’m glad that they have a wide span of emotions just like me, it makes them all the more human. When they shed tears, I am there to dry them, when they are agitated, I am there to listen, when they are scared, I am there to hold them, just as they do with me. But not in the same way, the way that they do things is very uniquely them, it makes me happy, and calm, and content in the perfect ways. But you can not have happiness without sadness, or love without hate, and with us being a new couple we have had our fair share of fights, though it is a lot different than the ones I’ve had with family members and long lost friends. In these fights they listen, they apologize for raising their voice or speaking to me in a certain tone, we come up with solutions to our problems together, and I never truly realized until now that I’ve never felt peace. And with every fight we have I start to recognize when I am acting wrong, when I have spoken in a hurtful way, or forgotten to apologize, they are there to remind me, and slowly I find myself doing these things on my own, without their help. So, as I pull back from the kiss, my lips tingling ever so slightly and my eyes welling up with tears of pure happiness, I say the only thing I can think of: “I love you.”