Love isn’t about the romantic nights or gifts. It
isn’t about fireworks going off around you when you have that first, real, kiss. Love isn’t about kissing in the
rain and dancing beneath the stars. It isn’t about the big moments or the big
surprises. Love is not a fairytale. Love is about still having
the butterflies after months.
It’s about the second looks and laying and laughing in bed wide awake, all
night, because you don’t want to sleep. It’s not about buying them gifts, but
it’s about leaving them little presents here and there, just to remind them
that you are constantly thinking about them.
Love is about all of the little things,
that add up to really big things.
Love is rare and special, but should not be treated as if it will break. Love
needs to be thrown around and beat up a little bit, worn in, but not worn down.
Love needs to be a comfortable feeling,
a place to go when no one
else in the world can relate.
A safe place, where you know that no matter how ugly you look or how angry
you are, you will still be loved.
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