You

Us

I used to think love was just sacrifice after sacrifice for another person.

But then I met you and my definition changed . . .

Love is me driving to you on weekends after a long shift.

Love is me sleeping in your bed with you and your dog.

Love is me laying on your thigh while you explain Halo to me.

Love is me watching weird movies that you enjoy.

Love is me following you aimlessly around Menards for an hour.

Love is me going to your favorite dive bar with you and playing darts.

Love is my head resting on your arm all night until it goes numb.

But you don't say a word.
Because i'm happy.

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Love is you driving to my hometown for the first time.

Love is you texting me random youtube videos at night.

Love is you driving your truck through your favorite city, while I ride next to you in the passenger side.

Love is you working on projects and singing loudly as I watch you do them.

Love is you is fixing the mirror in my car that's been broken for years without a thought.

Love is you shooting straw wrappers at me from across a restaurant booth.

Love is your arm going numb from my head resting on it all night.

But you don't say a word.
Because you're happy.

It's funny because these things don't feel like sacrifices, they feel like home.