what is love to you?
“love, huh?” she taps her chin as though she’s in deep thought (but she isn’t, and this is just a botched attempt to look and sound smart and wise and all that). “hm…i don’t know. i’m not sure if i can actually describe love… to me, it’s just this warm, fuzzy feeling that envelops you from head to toe and it kinda feels like you’re constantly cuddled up under a blanket next to a fire with a cup of hot tea in your hands. preferably with some jaunty jazz music playing in the background. you know what i’m getting at, right? but then again i guess you can’t really define love because everyone perceives it differently, don’t they?”













