KC (age 21) and I (age 20), in my college dorm

Love is

 …him picking up every flu remedy imaginable for me at CVS, Trader Joes, and Safeway (including cinnamon rolls).

…me getting up early to make coffee for him to take to work.

…him pulling the garbages out to the curb every Monday night, and never asking me to.

…me cleaning the litter box, because I know he hates it.

…him carrying the heavy things because I’m small and have a crappy back.

…me always having an umbrella when it rains, because I know he’ll forget to grab one.

…him letting me hold the umbrella when it’s raining, even though he’s a whole foot taller.

…me doing the grocery shopping, because he hates it (and because we would only have $42 worth of ribs and 4 yogurts in the fridge if it was up to him).

…him deciding to make dinner for me, even though he doesn’t know how to dice an onion.

…me always sorting and folding his laundry (and only making him help so his shirts don’t wrinkle).

…him piggy-backing me down the UCLA rape trail when it’s pouring rain just so that my shoes won’t get wet.

…spending two Valentine’s Days at the college dining hall, because we both don’t have any money.

…walking all over Piedmont together, talking about all the things we could make happen in the future.

…never leaving in the morning for work without a kiss goodbye.

…him forcing me to talk to him when I’m mad.

…me badgering him until he tells me how he feels.

…knowing it’s worth it, even when it’s really, really hard.

Happy Valentine’s Kace; you know I love you more than life.