Love is…

                     Love  is…    

    Abruptly, I want to write sth. about love. From the first time I was fond of sb. to now, as a girl in my twenty, I think I know what love is.
    Love is that you often miss him whenever you are happy, sad, enrich or lonely. You long to see him again even you saw him just a few minutes ago.
    Love is that you’ll smile when you see his smile, you’ll cry if you see him crying.
    Love is that you’ll be very happy like a little deer when he’s beside you, but maybe you feel heartache when you meet him with another girl.
    Love is that you pray everday result from you want to lend his hand thoughtout your life. Nevertheless, you’ll lose hold his hand undoubtedly even though you still love him. Your heart will possible break but you forced to fake a smile because you don’t want to let him tell your weakness and you hope he can seek his happiness freely without any burden about you.
    Love is that you always support his decision whatever it is,  you always stand by his side and never mind whether his decision will hurt you or not.You just give your love and best wishes to him. When he don’t need you any more, he don’t love you any more, you still give him your sincere smile and blessing.
    That is love…