What is love to you? Is it sitting in a car late at night and crying together? Is it choosing one person over another? Is love having a copy of someone else's house key? Is love sneaking out at night to talk even when you are totally asleep? Could love be walking and looking at houses that we one day want to buy? Is love telling me that I am beautiful and not the normal girl that you go for? Do you love me because you think that my dad is great? Do you love me because of how I lean on your shoulder when we wait in line at Arby's? Is love going to a meeting with me that could easily prove to be boring just beacause you want me to not feel alone? Is that love in your eyes when you seem to look deep inside of me? I pray that this is love, but how can I know for sure?