I used to think it was showing off in front of a girl you thought was pretty.
I used to think it was saying all the right things and if you ever messed up, then it wasn’t meant to be.
Today, I know what love is.
Love is looking into her eyes and knowing that even if nothing else in your life seems to be going the way you imagined it would, she’s there for you.
Whether you see it or hear it, her reciprocal love shines.
Love is “the first person I see when I wake, and the last person I see before I fall asleep.”
Love is sharing her laughs.
Sharing her tears.
Love, to me, is a safe haven.
A shelter in the rain.
When I think of love, I think of expression.
I think of Mandy Waynick.
I love you, honey.