love really just is my friend sending me a post that reminds them of me, or me sending someone pictures of everybody i see who has the same name as them, it's my mother pretending not to be hungry and giving me more than a third of the scrambled eggs bc she knows i like it, it's me proofreading every email my father sends, it's my relatives meeting every weekend and deciding to videocall us so we're included too, it's my father copying the way i say good morning and racing me in saying it first. love is the way someone says they're going to cover for you in online class while you use the washroom, it's finishing a book and texting your friend about it crying and her agreeing aggressively with everything you say even though she's never read it, it's your friend telling you her favourite character on a tv show died and you comforting her even though you've never watched it. it's everywhere, it's in you helping your friend figure out a tumblr theme, it's in them patiently refreshing their screen to your blog to see every latest edit you've made, it's you and your parents automatically having designated seats on the sofa and automatically curling into each other as the movie starts, it's in your friend patiently explaining the rules of her language as you try to learn it, it's you and your dad having a specific routine to clean the table after every meal, it's your mom kissing your hair every time you try a new hairstyle, it's those old videos of your grandmother pushing you on the swing while you tell her about your breakfast, it's in you waking up early to go with her to the temple, love is really stored everywhere, in the smallest of actions.
