Love isn’t always gifts and flowers and happy things.
Sometimes love is waking up at midnight to cook your loved one a meal so they have a warm dinner to come to after work. It’s bringing them a small snack or drink because you know they love them. It’s laying in the bath holding them after a panic attack.
Love isn’t what I thought it would be, it’s a whole hell of a lot harder, but I wouldn’t trade my love for anything.























