Love is, laying on a couch
and arguing who has the bigger tummy.
Love is, bringing in the flowers
just because it reminded you of them
a few hours ago while passing a random shop.
Love is, bearing a stupid show till it’s boring end
because, they like it,
and you can’t help but enjoy them
watching it with that intensity.
Love is, knowing them without inhibitions
and letting them know you too in the process.
Love is, watching them smile,
and realizing your willingness to go the distance
to keep it just the way it is.
Love is, many things,
everything,
just not selfish.
ABSINRAW 
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