Day 27- What Love Was

The world dissolving into something
distant wasn't love.
The dream outside
the sky wasn't love.
The rush of intuitive
feeling wasn't love.

The product of a few
words wasn't love.
The inability to keep a feud
going wasn't love.

Waiting for a
response wasn't love.

The will to repair
the rift wasn't love.
"I'm sorry" wasn't love.
Comfort, half in the shadow of
storm, wasn't love.

A promise to make it
through wasn't love.
A dance of give and
take wasn't love.
Making
love wasn't love.

To know what to do 

was almost meaningless.

It was a combination
of a thousand things,
but it wasn't love. 

Source: Chapter 12, Nights in Rodanthe by Nicholas Sparks