Love is when he intertwines his fingers with yours and whispers sweet nothings in your ear. When he rubs your back after a long day at work and you can’t function. When you cook French toast in your underwear at 2am after the bar closed because we can’t sleep. When he puts a Johnny cash record on and we slow dance in the living room at 10pm on a Tuesday night. When he carries you to bed because you were too tired to get off the couch. When he laughs at all your goofy jokes. When he sees you at your most vulnerable and accepts you no matter what. When his kisses are like ecstasy and it becomes a drug you never want to detox from. A high you never want to come down from. When you curl up to him crying your eyes out and he lets you be human.
Love is honest. Love is kind. Love is patient. Love is true.