Love is...

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"i can tell you love her, you just totally lit up!"

coming home feels like i'm going on a vacation.

my thoughts always meander back to her.

i bring her up all the time when i'm around strangers. she's a source of pride.

holding her feels so natural. it's like i was made specifically to do this.

nothing feels better than getting a glass of water for myself, and then getting a glass for her too, even though she hadn't thought to ask.

she dotes on me when i am having a bad pain day. i feel loved.

i miss holding her. i talk to her every day.

she tells me so many new and interesting things. stuff i've never heard of before. have you heard of the antikythera mechanism? have you heard an autistic girl ramble on the phone about it at length for a half hour before you both realize the time passed?

we often stay up late into the night because we get so caught up in talking. we never run out of things to talk about.

i choose to be here, and she does, too. we tell each other everything.

i like being vulnerable around her.

i love her.