What is love?

What even is love? Is it what I feel for you? is it the hot feeling in my cheeks and the dumb grin I get when I see you? Is it the way I could stare at you for hours and always find something new to find attractive? is it the way you effortlessly make me laugh like an idiot? Is it the rage of jealousy I feel when I see you hug anyone else? is it the tears I shed when I doubt your care for me? If there's any at all... No...Maybe it's the way I chicken out of holding your hand. Perhaps it's your smile and laugh that makes me freeze. or...maybe it's the hate you hold for anyone who hurts me....the anger you held when I spilled my trauma to you....the anger you had for him and not me....your sweet soft lips on mine. Your hands on my cheeks, your stupid jokes, your deep eyes I get lost in, your warm chest I just wanna sleep on instead of my pillows that I wish every night is you.... maybe that's love....