When I was little, I thought love was about red roses and expensive dinners.. Truth is, love is giving up half your fries when they said they weren't hungry. It’s waking up at 4am to them snoring and refraining from shoving them off the bed. It’s talking in accents just for shits, and trying to embarrass one another in public. It’s going on adventures, and making fun of each other. Love isn’t pretty and romantic.. Love is just stumbling through life with your best friend.