Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.
True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair! Tears from laughter, tears from sadness and nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would)) It’s getting mad over stupid things and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard!!!
Marina