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3/30/2004


What is love? 

Love is... attempts to make my cat like him even though its in vain.
Love is... getting up at 3am to get him a drink because he says hes thirsty.
Love is... Waiting patiently in the car in sweltering hot weather while saying i'm going to be a few minutes to buy a skirt, only to come out 30mins later.
Love is... Dissapointment that my mother STILL doesn't know who he is.
Love is... Being honest about how we really look in the morning.
Love is... Encouragement to be my own person.
Love is... Saying what you mean, and meaning what you say.
Love is... Giving tickles even when I can't be bothered.
Love is... Loving my cats as if they were his own.
Love is... Driving him almost everytime we go out because he wants to drink.
Love is... Accepting that there are going to be some things about him I will never be able to change.
Love is... Chasing me down the road with a broken toe.
Love is... Giving up a friend because I said so.
Love is... Realizing that that wasn't a very nice thing to ask of somebody.
Love is... Letting me have the good, cushy pillow.
Love is... Letting him hog the blanket whilst all I get is a corner.
Love is... Attempting to give me a step by step guide to solving my problems when all I want is some sympathy.
Love is... Trying to impress my dad.
Love is... Being supportive of him going to Korea for a year.
Love is... Learning to trust him that when he says he locked the door, the door IS locked.
Love is... Being okay with all my IOU's I give him for christmas and birthdays.
Love is... Trusting me with his ATM pin number.
Love is... Offering to teach me Java even though he knows I will ask the same question over and over again and frustrate the heck out of him.
Love is... Pretending to be as passionate about Pearl Jam as he is.
Love is... Letting me have my way no matter how unreasonable I am being.
Love is... Serenading me on the guitar with some crap song he just made up.

Love is... A bucket of KFC chicken with a heart drawn around Colonel Sanders head!





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