People put such a high premium on what they think is love. 

They hype the sweet things--- chocolates and flowers and teddy bears and date nights. Shiny and new and kilig. But that’s romance. Don’t mistake it for love. Love is fixing wounds. Love is a tight squeeze if the hand. Love is a kiss upon your brow after a long day. Love is reaching out. Love is accompanying you to the ER because of a bout of allergies in the middle of the night. Love is loving, even if you don’t like them some days. Love is killing your demons and facing fears together. Love is doing groceries and finding contentment in each other’s company. 

Love is messy, love is simple. But never superficial. 

Love is the best kind of friendship, and the best kind of friendship is love.

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