Love is like

 Finding the right person is truly a gift for life.
 That person whose hand you can hold to climb mountains, in whose eyes you can see dreams.
 That person who, when you wake at three in the morning with tears, makes your heart lighter just by talking.
 That person with whom you can share your thoughts without hesitation.
 That person who, even at the mere thought of them, brings the same peace as that very first day.
  
 When you love someone like this, you begin to love even the things you never liked before, simply because they love them.
 Their favorite songs, their favorite food, their favorite movies, their favorite places... everything becomes dear to you.
 Even hearing harsh words about someone they dislike doesn't hurt so much. When you love, even your beloved's wrong choices feel right.
  
 The childishness that would annoy you terribly from anyone else becomes endearing when your beloved does the very same thing.
 Love is such a strange thing that makes everything lovable.
 Love is something you never regret. Like eating a whole box of ice cream and getting a sore throat from the cold—even then it doesn't feel wrong, that's exactly what love is like.
 Love holds no regret, only joy or sorrow.
  
 You suddenly want to see your beloved, to touch them, to talk with them. Not because you're sad—the longing just comes naturally.
 Entire nights pass, sleep never comes. All night you talk, fatigue never arrives. Love makes it all happen.
 When you love, you remember everything—even dates! Those who have never loved truly can't understand how dates stick in memory! Even someone who forgets to eat can remember all the dates that revolve around their beloved!
  
 When you love, even someone who never wrote two lines can fill page after page. The feeling of love is so beautiful, it matches no other joy.
 In love, people do things they never would have imagined doing otherwise!
  
 Love is truth, love is beauty. Because it's beautiful, even the pain in love feels good. How beautiful this pain is cannot be spoken—it must be felt. Love is like that magic which even the magician doesn't understand, can't teach to anyone, can't show to anyone.
 A busy person. Never has time. Maybe no one ever sees them laugh or listen to music. That same person suddenly falls in love and hums songs, smiles for no reason at all.
  
 Love is just like this. Love happens somehow, and returning from it is never easy. Seeing your beloved happy makes you happy, even when that person doesn't love you back!