Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box 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. But now that Iâm older Iâve realized itâs not like that at all.
See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while youâre on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. Itâs saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. Itâs sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. Itâs late hours of the night when itâs been a long day and itâs no make up and bad hair. Itâs tears from laughter, itâs tears from sadness and itâs nothing like any storybook youâve ever read. Itâs never running out of things to talk about, and itâs being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. Itâs getting mad over stupid things. Itâs âyouâre an idiot,â and âyouâre a little shitâ and knowing youâre so lucky to hear those every day. Itâs spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. Itâs that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. Itâs the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.
I like my definition better anyways.
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