The best thing about being in love is waking up to dream of that person. Wondering what adventures lay for the two of you that day. Will he laugh at your joke, tipping his head back and letting loose the most beautiful sound in the world? Will an accidental compliment slip into mundane conversation, causing you to glow from within for the rest of the afternoon? Will you blush at just the thought of his hand on your back, leading you to do rash and naughty things to him later that night?
It's the suspense of the everyday simplicities of love that have made it worth living, killing and dying for. The grand gestures are fine, but the little glances, the tiniest of smirks, the least of romances that make for the preciousness of the state of love.
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