What does love mean to you?
Other than the obvious, like you're really into each other, but what do you do when you guys have different views on how to raise your children?
On him always leaving the toilet seat up?
'Sorry honey, I had 4 brothers so I'm used to leaving it up'
On what color your room should be?
You want it purple, yellow and brown, he wants it black, won't even let you go all Twilight-esh on it.
You should have married Taylor Lautner.
I'm sure he would at least want it brown or something.
Black, by definition, is the absence of color.
So it's not even a color.
Don't get me wrong, I like to wear black, because it's slimming, but it would be depressing to have a black room.
What are we, vampires?
What about when you argue over what you should name your kid?
You want Edward because that's your grandpa's name, but he wants Dexter?
What then?
He doesn't even have a reason why.
What about when you don't like how he fathers your kids?
He's a pushover, leaving you to be the stickler?
Shouldn't you be a United Front?
Together we stand?
See? These are the thoughts that keep me up at night, and I don't even know why.
It's not like I've ever seriously dated anyone.
I've only for real dated the one guy before my accident so it's like it never even happened, because I was a totally different girl before my accident.
That's the part that kills me the most.
Love to me is when you put another's wants and needs above your own.
Love is when he is fundamental to your survival.
Love is when he knows you can't dance so he'll spend hours on end teaching you how to.
Love is when if you're not happy, neither is he.
Love is when he can tell you're not happy just by looking at you, standing there hands on hips, one hip cocked out like you've just had it with everyone.
Love is when he knows you have to work so he makes your lunch, leaving little notes in it like 'I love you' or 'you look amazing'
Yeah, that's what love is.
