True love

I think true love is waking up in the morning, reaching over to the space in the bed next to yours and caress someone's gentle skin while you're still half unconscious... It's looking over at them still half asleep and staring at their face and still thinking that they're beautiful regardless of how gross they feel they are that morning... Or afternoon... Or evening. It's waking up in that daze to put your favourite records on in the morning and make a meal filled with sincerity, compassion and love. True love is singing those records together knowing that even though you've felt so much, the day has only yet to start. It's the soft goodbye kiss in the morning before you leave to work. It's the text message you receive as you're exiting the apartment door saying 'I love you' and it's also forgetting your lunch and having to see their face another time, yet it's only the beginning of the day.

I think true love is walking into your workplace with them on your mind, thinking about how they'll be there when you get back home, or how you'll wait until they get there. It's sending them a message at lunch time, explaining how Tim and Jodie have relationship problems and how Martha got a new car, none of it really matters, but those moments of contact are the ones you cherish and enjoy. It's placing pictures of them on your wall and reminding yourself why you keep working this mediocre job. True love is that moment of freedom when the clock strikes five and you rush to the car. It's the drive home where you grab cheap take-out while you try to remember what they wanted but order just a bit too much. But that's okay because that'll be tomorrow's breakfast.

I think true love is finally coming home to see the smile on their face the look of mild disappointment when you got the wrong order again. But that's okay because despite how many times you've screwed up the order, you still manage to have a laugh about it. It's sitting at the table, putting on another one of your favourite records to listen to. It's telling them how track four is much better than track eight, and it's them disagreeing and saying track one is the pinnacle of the record. True love is washing up together and watching them smile at you when you accidentally splash water on their favourite shirt that they just bought. It's getting into bed and staring at each other while you ponder how things got like this how things are the way they are. True love is giggling while making love because you're just so comfortable and it's putting on cheesy 90s dance music while you do so. True love is the moment the both of you fall asleep in each others company, but not necessarily in each other's arms.

True love is also the moment where you know that this will happen when you wake up again.