I don’t want to fall in love. I want to grow in it. Because love isn’t a sudden thing. It’s a sneaky and subtle thing. It lives in the little, overlooked moments. Love lives in the when . . . .
When the dandelion you tuck into my hair makes me smile brighter than the flowers you sent me on my birthday.
When you hold my hand while I wait to see if the news is bad or good, and hold me while I cry no matter what I hear.
When cooking dinner together is a giggle-fest and delicate ballet of stolen kisses and hip-checks as we maneuver around each other in the kitchen.
When I find a rare edition of your favorite book and I’m too beside myself to wait for your birthday to give it to you.
When you trudge around with me to five stores looking for…
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