Love is watching a movie with him with both of your hands clasped together tightly. Love is when you let go of one of your hands, meaning to point to the large Coke sitting beside him and have him reach out for it before you have the chance to do so. Love is when you lean your head on his shoulders, and he turns around to smell your hair. Love is when you go from shop to shop, browsing through each and every rack just to look for the perfect shirt for him. Love is the way his eyes light up after you reveal that the present your friend had been holding is actually for him. Love is the way he frowns as he separates scotch-tape from paper without tearing anything. Love is how his mouth pushes into a pout almost immediately after you tear the wrapping paper accidentally while trying to help him out. Love is the way your heartbeat picks up speed just before he sees the present, unsure if he will like it.
Love is looking at him in wonder, knowing that his heart is yours to keep.
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