For me, love is

For me, love is when someone can make you laugh at random moments – but not everytime you’re sad.
Sometimes, you just need someone there to understand your sadness and wrap their arms around you, to tell you everythings will be okay.
Love is when you could stay up for hours and hours into the night, just talking, talking about nothing that means anything.
Love is when you can be your complete self around the other person without worrying they’d judge you because they already know and love you for who you are. Love is when you make mistakes.
When you fight.
When you argue, when everything go wrong, when you bitch.
Love is when you realize, through all that, you still know you couldn’t live without the other person, so you appologize and make everything better because life's too short to not see what went wrong and fix it.
Love is when someone means so, so much, words don’t even begin to describe what you feel. <'3