Love is...

And now for something nauseatingly soppy that I've been meaning to post for a few weeks but have never got around to it.

Love is...

• driving me to work, simply because I was lazy and slept in
• picking me up from work when I’m sick
• cooking me dinner when I’m sick and/or doing exams (and/or procrastinating)
• not saying the words “stop procrastinating”, most of the time
• saying “stop procrastinating”, and braving any potential explosion, when I’m really running behind
• looking after me when I’m sick and coughing up nasty stuff
• telling me I’m beautiful, even when coughing up nasty stuff
• correctly interpreting “no chocolate for me, thanks” as “I shouldn’t have chocolate but I want some anyway, so I’m going to say ‘no’ to keep up appearances”
• buying me chocolate as per above
• saving the strawberry-filled chocolates for me
  
• calming me down when I break machinery that doesn’t belong to me
• attempting to fix machinery that I have broken
• listening to my stoned ramblings
• making me breakfast in bed
• putting up with my moodiness and sullenness
• reading to me

Part three of The Proposal series will be coming soon... promise...