Is this what Love is?

He asked me,

"What is love to you?"

So I said: "Love is a million things"

Love is when you look for reasons

to accept the pain you go through,

Love is when you put your pride aside

and give them a hug that feels warm.

Love is when you're addicted to them

even when they ignore you easily for weeks,

Love is when you accept that they become a

dark cloud over your head and you acknowledge

that it rains on you heavily.

As I am reading what I am writing,

I now ask myself, "Is this what love really is?"

Is love all about dealing with hurt? because to accept pain,

then that means we know how to love, right?