Love is getting home to a note on your bathroom mirror after a tough day.
It’s knowing that that’s the first place I go when I get home from work.
It’s still loving me enough after 4 years to write a note before leaving in the morning.
Most relationships start out with all sorts of lovey-dovey stuff in the beginning. Ours didn’t.
The butterflies-in-your-tummy start to a relationship doesn’t really need those flowers.
It’s the 4 years on during
the do-you-still-love-me times
that need the little reminders.