Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little black boxes that held expensive things and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations and the perfect story. Now that I am older Ive realized its not like that at all. It is kissing at 6am despite the morning breath, ugly snapchats and singing at the top of your lungs. Its sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. Its late hours of the night when it has been a long day and its no makeup and bad hair days. Its tears from laughter, its tears from sadness and its nothing like any storybook youve ever read. Its never running out of things to talk about and its being comfortable in the silence of things. (which usually means the kids are up to something) Love is watching the Titanic though you swore you never would. Its getting mad over stupid things. Its you should have listened to me and youre a little shit and knowing youre so lucky to hear those. Its spilling your feelings at 4am when you should be asleep. Its that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. Its the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. Love is never losing the magic and its not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 16:00:43 +0000
Trending Topics
Recently Viewed Topics
© 2015