carrying my fuchsia camping chair into Bantam football games and unfolding it for me, only to pack it back up afterward... This is love
Read MoreBe the One Who Softens First
When you go to sleep in a room clouded by a heavy smog of resentment, sometimes you wake up and the space has cleared. Other times, you flutter your eyelids and think, "Am I still angry? Why yes, yes I am."
Read More2 Years
1,051,200 minutes of passion, celebration, adventure, tears, tenderness, buffoonery, exasperation, growing pains, laughter, and love.
Read More41 Phrases That Also Mean "I Love You"
Sometimes those three words are hidden in everyday conversation. We're loved. We just have to listen carefully.
Read MoreFinding Peace After Midnight
"Oh, how thrilling!” they’d burst upon discovering that Mickey Mouse signed my paychecks. “That must be so fulfilling, so magical! Your parents must be so proud!” The truth is, it was fulfilling, and they were proud, but there was something about that question, “Where do you work?” that pretzeled my insides.
Read MoreWhy You're My Valentine
You’re my Valentine, because we’re lovers and companions. We’ve got a Will and Grace friendship fused with soap opera passion, and we know that’s like, impossibly rare, so together we fight. And we stay. And we love.
Read MoreThis Is How We Fall In Love The Real Way
And then. Walls collapse. Someone caves. “I’m sorry.” “Me too.” A light kiss is offered and accepted. Hair is pushed out of the way so that four eyes can meet. Chests are pressed firmly. Grace is shown.
Read MoreSo This Is Love
Life is not always live music, sloppy kisses, and sushi dates. Sometimes it’s realizing you can’t afford your dream apartment. Sometimes it’s searching for an emerald pheasant birthday card amidst generic cupcakes and balloons.
Read MoreDating Doesn’t Always Suck
When I receive his text messages, I am free to write back immediately. I don’t have to calculate the appropriate read-to-respond delay ratio. (That’s a thing, right?) I don’t dig for a witty retort; I don’t second-guess. Does this sound clingy? Are capital letters too intense? I’d better go all-lowercase. I just respond.
Read MoreWhat I Won't Ask If You Tell Me You're Engaged
I beam when a freshly engaged friend flashes her shiny, new ring- a promise of forever from her real-life Romeo. The only part of this “I’m Engaged!” scenario that makes me cringe is when someone, usually a giddy, well-meaning girlfriend, fires that classic response at the bride-to-be faster than it took Kim Kardashian to say, “Nevermind, I Don’t.”
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Little boys, who believe with their whole hearts, bouncing around in cotton pajamas. Shimmering lights on sturdy trees. Packages cinched exquisitely with glossy, gold ribbon.