Love is a peculiar thing, something that grips us from a young age. Have you ever played M.A.S.H. when you were in elementary school? What's the first category? Your future spouse.
Now, I'd like to say I've been in love. I really would, but I don't know if I have or not. I've told people, boys, I love them but I'm not sure I was ever IN love with them. I've never "loved" you know like... "loved." So does that mean I don't know what love is?
I don't know. I know what it's going to feel like when I do fall in love. It's not going to be any of this teenage drama crap, or stupid breakups and re-get-back-togethers. It's going to be hard, and it's going to maybe sting a little, but being with that one person, will make all the sting and sometimes pain worth it.
Love will be when he kills the bug in the kitchen. Love is when he'll come home from work when I call him to kill said bug.
Love will be wrestling, and playing football. Love will be me beating him at football and him picking me up from behind, just to prove, 'You won, but you're still mine.'
Love will be the kisses after the screams, and the silence that will come as soon as he sees my tears.
Love will be going to the park, the movies, the girliest restraint I can find... just because we like to be with each other.
Love will be leaving little gifts for each other and making lasagna, with one noodle, like my mom did when my parents were first married.
Love will be him sneaking out of the room to puke the lasagna up, and coming back in to eat more, because he loves me.
Love will be him doing whatever he can to make me happy. Love will be laughing at him because he doesn't understand that I really don't like daisies. Love is them smelling like the best flowers anyways because I love him.
Love will be simple.
Love will be sweet.
Love will be beautiful.
But I honestly have no idea.
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