It's the feeling when you stand at the altar looking into the eyes of your special someone.
It's the thing inside a mother when she looks at her new baby.
It's a six-year-old's handwritten card that they weren't forced to make.
It that happy feeling we get in our hearts when that one person passes us in the hall.
Love is when you drop a bunch of pencils and people run to help you pick them up.
When your friend keeps your secret even though she's dying to tell.
The smile from a stranger.
Love is when your friends offer to share their lunch when you forgot yours, and give you their dessert.
It's when someone remembers your birthday without being reminded.
The feeling when a child sits in your lap and cries during a sad movie.
The kid who holds the door open for others.
When someone you barely know sits with you and makes sure you are feeling alright.
The note left on your door wishing you good luck on your test.
Love is the anonymous note left in your locker on Valentines Day.