Love is when you find yourself searching up her favourite movie even if it is an action movie you normally wouldn’t pick. Love is when you give her your favourite pillow because you know she likes it best. Love is understanding each other’s mumbled sleepy voices. Love is when your parents ask about her because they know how much she means to you. So therefore, she means something to them. Love is carrying each other home both intoxicated and not caring where you’re going because you have each other. Love is when she holds you closer to her when the crowds get to you and your anxiety rises. Love is not caring you have to be up in 5 hours for work because her jokes are so much better to listen to. Love is when you have a burping or fighting contest that ends in laughing so hard you cry. Love is when she puts a fan on for you because she knows the difficulty you’ll suffer without that humming. Love is slow dancing in a gravel parking lot to no music at 2am. Love is changing her into her pjs when she is so tired she can hardly even speak. Love is when each other realize something is wrong within a change of voice or action. Love is when you find yourself falling asleep curled up to her when you never really liked cuddling. Love is laughing during sex. Love is when “I want todo that” turns into “we should do that.” Love is what I have with her and I have never found something quite like it before. I plan to never lose her. She is it. She is love, my love.

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"Tell me that you turned down the man
who asked for your hand
Cuz you’re waiting for me.”

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