Is this Love?

Is it,
the mussing of my hair,
the nickname that you coined,
the fondness that radiates in your eyes?

Is it,
the laughter that resonates,
the secret grins before a fight,
the assurance that everything will be alright?

Is it,
the strength in your arms,
lifting me weightlessly,
in that search for freedom?

Is it,
the smoothing back of hair,
the talk of another life,
that has both me and you?

Is it,
the eyes of one who knows he's lost,
but struggles on,
to protect at all costs?

Is it,
the final goodbye,
when you try and say,
that everything's going to be fine?

Is it,
the tears that fall,
when you're broken,
when I'm whole?

Is it,
the rain falling,
the scream echoing,
because I'll never tell you what I've just found out?

In all my ignorance,
That you showed me
what love is.

Zack...

A/N: You didn't need to understand that. And its better that you don't. Off to French and death, whoop-de-frickin-doo!