Love is indulgence.
Love is an email of random thoughts you can’t wait to share, and a cabin on a river that you didn’t have to plan yourself.
Love is stumbling drunk down Bourbon Street, singing a tune you both remember from old times, and pointing out to your new friends just how long the two of you have known each other.
Love is an electric blanket preheating your side of the bed, and a roll of good toilet paper kept just for you. Love is a section of closet space, and a house key pressed warm in to your palm.
Love is chicken and dressing made every year for your birthday, just because it’s your favorite.
Love is tender, love is kind.
Love…is a bonsai tree.