love is bickering on msn with smileys like this one--> and leaving the argument before you realize it's happening because you've already arrived at a compromise.
it's letting the hours pass like minutes because talking is fun, so you don't notice.
it's biking over to her and stay for an hour or two, then go home for dinner, and then go back again, even if the hills are killing you because you're about as fit as a dead snail.
it's drinking cheap bag-in-box white wine with sprite, because we both hate it, and sweetness always makes things better.
it's drinking it all and then laugh because we don't remember if it was full from the beginning.
it's catching the next bus into the city just to go dancing, and to buy a shot and a redbull vodka since I've never tried it before.
it's knowing that the real reason you went into the city and burned money on the busticket wasn't to get drunk but to have fun and eat kebab, and it's going to our favourite kebab place and doing just that.
it's taking the bus home again and for once it isn't the last one, because it's not about passing out somewhere because you've had too much.
it's stopping by her place and getting my things, not really saying good bye because we're not really parting.
it's biking home and not feeling the cold because I'm flushed and I'm happy and I'm tired.
it's going to bed and falling asleep instantly for once, and not remembering my dreams for once, and waking up too early but lying in bed still since no one expects me to be up before 12 anyway.
it's getting up and not feeling like shit, even if my head is pounding a bit, and know it'd be worth it anyway.
it's getting on the computer and seeing those pictures and remembering and talking to you on msn again only to start typing whatever comes to mind.

love is hanging out with her because she'll always be there.

love is doing random shit with someone and getting all mushy about it afterwards