It means being a good soldier. Or leaving a note when you're not.
It means posting your afflictions on facebook but defending you when your mother starts to mock.
It means hesitating about a spider's presence so you don't get thrown into a panic with shrieking.
It also means allowing you to stay on the floor when you fall off the bed.
It means offering to do things that will make you throw up, like start an earthquake so that you will get such intense motion sickness that vomiting is the only option, which will make you feel better, so why not?
It means comparing soups with other roommates so you can have the kind that you think will make you feel best.
It means blogging about your afflictions.
I don't know what to do with all this love. I think it's making me sick! :)
4 comments:
Mock? I was serious about your not being allowed to predecease me!
Don't be silly, Alyssa. Love is liking someone a lot.
MAHH DAWG. I shed a tear... The only thing that would make it better is if you'd titled it WHAT IS LOVE and then just said lady don't hurt me.....no more.....
I do love you though. And alcohol.
Totally what I was thinking Brid
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