If someone asked me what love was 12 years ago, my answer would be vastly different than it is now.

Back then, love was asking her out and never actually leaving.

Love was using half your credits to message all evening.

Love was dialing a local number and risking her dad answering.

Love was celebrating the little milestones.

Love was the huge leaps of every first.

Love was the sharing of songs discovered on the radio.

Love was wanting every minute to move slower.

Love was wishing the sun would never break over the horizon.

Love was our own little universe and all we ever wanted.

What is love now?

Love is nothing yet is whole.

Love is invisible but can be seen by all.

Love is vulnerable yet trustworthy.

Love is not linear but branches away.

Love is silent and makes the loudest sound.

Love is waving goodbye and waiting for a hello.

Love is giving and sometimes not receiving.

Love is pain, but it is also the remedy.

Love is a garden, but even roses have thorns.

Love is not always what it used to be, but it is better.

It is the beginning.

Love is different. Love is unique. Love is…