When I was little, I thought love
was about red roses and expensive
dinners... Truth is, love is giving
her half your fries when she said
she wasn't hungry. It's waking up
at 4am to her snoring and
refraining from shoving her up off
the bed. It's talking in accents just
for shits, and trying to embarrass
one another in public. It's going on
adventures, and making fun of
each other. It's stupid fights and
memorable make ups. Love isn't
pretty and romantic... Love is just
stumbling through life with your
best friend.
