Me and the boyfriend I was on about before have FINALLY broken up. XD Now, I've met someone else, and only now do I know what love is. Everyone has their own definition of love, but I thought I'd share mine with you. (Here come the cliches..)
Love is when you meet a guy (or gal), that makes you happier beyond belief. It makes you want to cry everytime you say goodbye, and you can't help yourself from looking back, just to see them once more. From them, a kiss, a touch, even a smile can change your mood instantly.
The amount of times my Love has just held me, and stroked my hair, and I've cried on his shoulder through happiness that I have him, and yet I'm so sad because he is my idea of perfect, and so I know I'll never be good enough for him. He doesn't know I've cried on him, or if he does, then he doesn't ask why, and just holds me while I cry, which just makes me love him more.
For example, this morning, I had a nightmare. He woke me up, and held me so close, and I felt so safe. Not even my dreams could hurt me. He didn't pester me to tell him what was wrong either, I just told him because I knew I could trust him, and I know that he wouldn't judge me for it, or love me any less. (It was a nightmare of something rather nasty that happened to me a while back.) But, I would trust him with my life, me and my friends lives, me and my friends lives, and my GUITAR!! =O
I really don't know what I've done to deserve him, he's always so nice to me, and sometimes, I think, I take him for granted. When I should know that guys like him are one in about.. hmmm... 6 billion? =)

THAT is what love is... =)