Love is a lot of things to a lot of people, but if you ask me what it is I would say this: Love is when you have that goofy look in your eyes and your smile stretches across your whole face and you still get goosebumps, listening to the song he dedicated to you, seventeen years back. Love is when you still do crazy things like calling each other thrice a day even though you're in the same town. Love is still waiting to see each other at the end of the day. Love is that pride in his eyes when he sees me at the book-events signing copies. Love is him telling all his friends about me, proudly. Love is fighting like crazy but still hugging each other at the end of the day, because you can't sleep otherwise. Love is doing something you hate, just because the other person loves it. Love is each one thinking that they are lucky to have got the other person. Love is something that casts a warm glow in your heart. Love is him pushing me to write my fourth book a