Love is being there for someone,

No matter what. 

Love is sharing and bonding,

Learning each other over and over again.

You’re my favourite book,

Every page familiar yet somehow surprising.

One I will always return too.

Love is when you pick up on words or phrases the other person says and start using them frequently.

Love is looking at someone hungover who feels like death,

Telling them they look rough but still thinking they’re the most beautiful person in the world.

Love is not really getting food for yourself knowing the other person won’t eat everything they’ve ordered. 

Love is sat apart yet close enjoying the moment,

I hope distance is the only thing that comes between us. 

Love is believing in everything someone does,

Knowing their truth and wanting to be in it.

Love is kindness, tenderness and care,

Love is passion, warmth and skin.

Love is you,

And I will spend my whole life hoping you know that.