What even is love? How can you define it?

Or am I thinking too hard when really it’s right in front of me. Where you always feel you are being pulled toward them. Where you know you will tell them any part of you and they will smile at you with the same smile. Where that one person is the only guy who really knows you, and you call him your friend but really you can’t help but dream about him even when you shouldn’t, I can’t help my dreams. Maybe love really is where in every situation you are in, you feel yourself being drawn to them. Because if that is true, then I’m in love with you.