To me, love is the small things in life we always overlook, in our permanent quest to discover something profound, something tangible that we mistakenly call love. Love is the buttered toast on your plate, the new bottle of shampoo in your shower stall, the neatly ironed and folded clothes on your bed, the newly purchased groceries in your fridge - things someone did for you, because they obviously thought and cared enough to do it for you. To me, that’s love.
Anonymous