Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on saturday nights, little black box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I am older I have realized it is not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you are on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 am and singing at the top of your lungs. It is saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It is sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It is late hours of the night when it has been a long day and it is no makeup and bad hair. It is tears from laughter, tears from sadness and it is nothing like any storybook you have ever read. It is never running out of things to talk about, and it is being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It is getting mad over stupid things. It is “you are an idiot” and knowing you are so lucky to hear those every single day. It is spilling your feelings at 4 am when you should be asleep. It is that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It is the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic true love is not leaving when things get hard. I like my definition better anyways.