Love is the first person who pops in your head when asked who you’re grateful for. Love is watching their face light up and feeling your own face light up. Love is wanting to make them smile and laugh all the damn time. Love is thinking of that someone while reading this. Love is not being able to stop writing this, even in the middle of math class when you think of something new you love about them. Love is the small things about them. Love is all of them.
Words by Abigail Indigo