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.
Love waking up to
4am to her snoring
and refraining
from shoving
her off the bed.
It’s taking in accents
just to make her
laugh and trying
to embrace
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