To this day, there's always someone with their favorite ones stuck on the fridge. Personally, they always creeped me out. I mean, why are they always naked? And who decided that it would be better if the images looked like toddlers? It's just weird. Not to mention the complete and utter lack of reality in them. They were the comic equivalent of a cheesy romance novel.
So today, I've decided to share my own version of what I think love is. I shall call it Real Love Is...
Real Love Is.... Not smothering them in their sleep after 8 hours of listening to them snore.
Real Love Is... Putting up with their terrible dishwasher loading skills.
Real Love Is... Bringing them a towel after sex.
Real Love Is... Not having to cover up the sound of a fart.
Real Love Is... Peeing with the door open.
Real Love Is... Buying her tampons.
Real Love Is... Morning breath kisses.
Real Love Is... Sex with your socks on.
Real Love Is... Letting her be the big spoon.
Real Love Is... Talking about your poop.
Real Love Is... Popping each other's pimples.
Real Love Is... Surprise NERF attacks.
Real Love Is... Giving them your last pink Starburst.
Real Love Is... A high five after good sex.
Real Love Is... Random ass smacks & boob grabs.
Real Love Is... Messy, imperfect, and a constant work in progress.
But Real Love Is... Worth it.
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