Love cannot really be described. I think that when you are in love with someone, you just somehow know it. They occupy you completely. You adore every little thing about them--the good, the bad, and the cute. Things maybe no one else notices, like the sparkle in their eyes when they're about to do something really sneaky, or the how to tell their real laughs from their fake laughs, or the way their hair flips over at the part...things like that. Love takes time. When you are in love with someone, it's like they're you're best friend times a million. It's like, sounds cliched, that they're you're soulmate. You don't like the idea of life without them. You want to spend every moment in their arms, for the rest of your life. Money doesn't matter. Sex doesn't matter. Sensibility doesn't matter. All that matters is being theirs and having them as yours.
corny!