If you ever find yourself narrating your life, you might consider writing, also if you make up stories about strangers in the car next to you in traffic, I suggest journaling or therapy (because we all need to vent our crazy and it's a best practice to do it artistically and with non-violence).
I believe in love, I've seen it. It looks like two people grumbling around a house with a mischievous twinkle in their eye for one another. It looks like a smile when you walk in from a long day away. It looks like a wink across the table at a very bad joke. It looks like pictures displayed and stories told with the greatest pride for a lover. It looks like chocolate mint chip ice cream in the freezer. It smells like strawberry shortcake, and tastes like lushious whipped cream.
I believe in love, I've seen it. It looks like two people grumbling around a house with a mischievous twinkle in their eye for one another. It looks like a smile when you walk in from a long day away. It looks like a wink across the table at a very bad joke. It looks like pictures displayed and stories told with the greatest pride for a lover. It looks like chocolate mint chip ice cream in the freezer. It smells like strawberry shortcake, and tastes like lushious whipped cream.
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