Some part of me, believes that one day, I'll re-read this and laugh at myself for ever trusting that I knew what love was or what I wanted it to be. But another tiny part, is scared that I'll never love like this when it's needed.
To be able to love, love someone for his beauty, to be able to love him for his marvel, is what's love. To be able to appreciate his intricacies. To see how wonderful, how perfect his personality is. To be amazed by him. To want to be the reason for his smile, and to want him to smile even if you yourself aren't the reason. To want him look at himself with pride, for your own happiness in his. To say, to express what you feel for him when you know it makes a difference to him. To make him feel appreciated.
To be able to write a book about him. To even want to write a book about him. To understand him, and to want to understand more. To want to know more; to see more sides of him, to hear more of his stories.
To look at his possessions like they're  precious; to want to know his history, to want to see and gather all that you can about his childhood. To care about his family. To remember little details; to make an effort. To do the things which you know would matter to him, even if costs a thing or two of your own. To think that it was worth it.
To boast about him, to be proud when you're around him, just to be with him. To want to tell him all of what you think, because he deserves that kind of praise, just for being as amazing as he is.
To love in such a way that it influences your own life. In a way that inspires you to ape him - admiring kind of love. Love that shakes your ground so gently, that you don't realise when it started. Love that makes you see things a little differently from where you stand now. Love that value adds, just by being the giver -
... That's the kind of love I want to have.