When I was little, I thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners… Truth is, love is giving her half your fries when she said she wasn’t hungry. It’s waking up at 4 am to her snoring and refraining from shoving her off the bed. It’s talking in accents just for shits and trying to embarrass one another in public. It’s going on adventures and making fun of each other. It’s stupid fights and memorable makeups. Love isn’t pretty and romantic.. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.