Love is… the first person you think of when you come across something funny. Or interesting. Or sad. It’s that feeling you have when you come home after a busy day at work and you think, “ah, I’m so glad I get to come home to you.” It’s almost like the dream you’ve always dreamed… but better. It’s the one you always search for in the crowd… whose hands you want to hold in good times and bad.
Simple and beautiful.
Complex and worth every minute of the rest of your lives.
Love is… a many splendored thing.