Thank you for teaching me that I don't want a love that leaves me sitting on the edge of my bed crying because you were supposed to pick me up three hours ago and never showed.
Love isn't checking the calories on everything I eat and staring in the mirror at my 115 lb body asking "Why am I so fat?" because you "don't like girls over 120 lbs." Love isn't being shamed for my views on the world.
Love isn't ignoring my calls, love isn't ditching me for your friends, love isn't saying hurtful words just to see how many times you can get me to cry in one day. Love isn't 90/10, love isn't when it's only convenient for you, and love isn't when I am so broken down from loving you that I no longer love myself.
Let me tell you what love is...
Love is looking at your partner like they are the rarest diamond in the world and wanting nothing more than to see a smile on their face from the moment they wake up to the moment they rest their head on their pillow.
Love is lying in bed staring at each other because for some reason, silence isn't as awkward when you're in love and Uma Thurman's famous quote from Pulp Fiction becomes too real...
"Why do we feel it's necessary to yak about bullsh*t to be comfortable? That's when you know you've found somebody special. When you can just shut the f*ck up for a minute and comfortably enjoy the silence."
Love is the inability to even fathom a life without them in it and wanting to rather curl up in a ball and die than experience a day without them. Love is sitting on the couch, double fisting two containers of sushi and trying your hardest to cover the television with your foot because you picked the scariest movie you could find.
Love is eating spaghetti like a wild animal as he stares at you like you're some sort of Goddess. Love is going to the bars and getting drunk off of two beers, laughing and praying you don't throw up in the Uber because you refuse to pay the $200 fee.
Love is staring at yourself in the mirror, loving your body because he makes you feel like you’re Beyoncé even on your worst day. Love is spontaneously wanting eight kids after saying for 15 years you thought babies were gross. Love is when all the energy and love you have ever put into another soul is returned to you in one person. Love is adventure, love is laughing, love is kind, love is great, and this is the love I deserve.