Love is fingers interlaced together, resting on her thigh during car rides.

Love is Eskimo kisses in the morning when she's barely half-awake.

Love is her stupid jokes and his exasperated, fond eye-rolls.

Love is saying goodnight, every night.

Love is standing patiently still while he combs her hair.

Love is singing along to the "Guardians of the Galaxy" soundtrack between podcasts.

Love is the comfortable silence of just existing in the same space.

Love is the broken silence that comes with tackling her for cuddles during study breaks.

Love is breakfast at Denny's at least once a month, if not more.

Love is reassuring him that his hair is perfectly parted without a strand out of place.

Love is waiting an extra two minutes for him to fix it anyway.

Love is watching John Mulaney's comedy shows for the fifth time and still laughing themselves breathless.

Love is taking her grocery shopping at night and her buying him sparkling grape juice as a thank-you.

Love is discussing how long it will be until they can adopt a dog, and what kind of dog they will have.

Love is planning our next trip because New York was amazing.

Love is being at the same social gathering and smiling at each other from across the room because they don't have to be at each other's sides all night.

Love is discount chocolate in the days following holidays.

Love kisses on the cheek, nose, forehead.

Love is listening to her rant about the test she got a low score on even though she studied so hard for it.

Love is holding her when it all becomes too much and she just needs to cry.

Love is little disagreements that are solved with arms around each other and quiet conversation.

Love is holding his hand through his anxiety and knowing he will eventually tell her what's wrong.

Love is listening to her get all her anxieties out in the open as soon as she feels them and talking her through it.

Love is knowing that they show their emotions in different ways and that their needs won't always be the same.

Love is learning each other's emotional language because of it.

Love is theirs to have.

Love is the two of them facing the world together, every day.