Love is that faded grey jumper with the hole in it that's been machine-washed too many times but you just can't bear to throw out.Love is the teddy bear that smells faintly of linen and has lost some of its fluffiness that sometimes you leave aside for months but is always there for a cuddle.
Love is John Mayer on a Sunday afternoon.
Love is calling 5 minutes before rushing off just to hear your voice.
Love is warm laundry on a cold day.
Love is a postcard in the mail.
Love is a big hug just because.
Love is everywhere.
Love is perfect.
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