What is love?

I let him hurt me. I let him hit me and I was absolutely sure it was my fault. I lived in a world of screaming. Him screaming at me, sometimes id scream back. Mostly I was silent.
  I lived in a world of fear, a world of isolation. If I said "Hi" too friendly I might be fucking him. If I said "Hi" at all I was a whore.
  We were "in love". At least that's what I told myself. He was so sweet and so kind when he wasn't ripping me down. Looking back its hard to understand how I forgot the bad things so easily. How I just forgive the fists pounding next to my face. The pinning me down so I couldn't leave. How did I so easily forget those words that hurt me more than I've ever been hurt before.
   I was just out of hugh school, stupid, female and he gave me attention.
   Oh yes we were in love, I wore a diamond ring and any money he got he immediately spent on me. Love was sleeping in the same bed. Love was crying after you hit her or pushed her or scared her until she was a tear filled mess on the floor. Love was apology after apology after "you're my world I'd die without you". Love taught me to stay silent. Because if I told my friends a little about the fights, they'd be angry at him. And then he'd be angry at you because "you wanted them to hate him. You dont really love him".
   Love needed you to prove your love over and over. Love found attention somewhere else. Love thought you were a whore and love, never really loved you now did he?