What love was

I had an idea of what love was.
and that idea was all wrong.
because now I think I know what love is.
(or at least what it is to me)

And it is crying when he is sick and you can't be there to make him feel better,
when you can't get him a glass of water or a cool washcloth for his fever.

It is the pain you feel when you weren't there to watch him make 5 interceptions and 3 touchdowns at his intramural football game.

It is eating a strawberry ice-cream cone and thinking it would taste better if he was there eating it with you.

And it is failing a test and wishing that you could sob into his hoodie.