Love is wanting to spend all your time with someone even when they can't physically be there.
Love is sending cringy pictures and still being able to say that the other is attractive.
Love is getting two different kinds of poptarts and giving one to the other person so you each have different ones.
Love is binge watching a silly cartoon while lacing fingers.
Love is ignoring a movie by daydreaming about what would happen if they were there.
Love is clinging to their arm during a horror movie- even if you've seen it a billion times.
Love is eating ice cream in the winter.
Love is hot chocolate in the summer.
Love is playing with each others hair.
Love is putting makeup on just to be silly.
Love is throwing the Jenga blocks after the tower falls.
Love is throwing the game of chess because the other doesn't know how to play- or using chess pieces to play checkers because neither of you know how to play.
Love is enduring the torture of the AI in Mario Party taking the longest turns ever.
Love is FaceTiming util the sun comes up, doing nothing but sharing memes.
Love is getting a pizza with half toppings in case the preferences don't line up.
Love is telling the other that they look wonderful when they don't feel like it.
Love is screaming Panic! At The Disco lyrics in the middle of the forest.
Love is being unashamed of who you want to be with.
Love has no gender.
Love has no limit.
Love is complicated.
Love is heartwarming.
Love is this and so much more.
Love is love is love is love is love.
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Poetry... I guess
PoetryI took creative writing in Junior Year, and I plan on minoring it in college. Some of these might make sense, but others might not.
