Titanic

Before, I found love in the materialistic things.

I used to think love was about the grand gestures

Extravagant candle-lit dinner dates,

Heart shaped chocolates and roses.

I was naive back then, mistaking flashy diamond rings for love

Now, I find love in her.

Love is asking, “Have you eaten yet?”

Because sometimes she gets too caught up in working,

she often forgets she needs food to survive.

Love is letting her pick the movie during movie nights

Even though she picks the Titanic,

Every single time

And she’s left a sobbing mess,

Every single time

At this point, you’ve seen the movie so much you can recite it word for word; and each time you hate Rose’s guts even more because clearly the wood was big enough for the both of them to survive.

But you still watch it with her,

Because she needs a shoulder to cry on when Rose finally lets Jack go.

Love is making sure she has her seatbelt on whenever she’s in the car with you

She has a tendency to forget

And when you finally drop her off at her house, you don’t drive off right away

Because you want to be sure that she gets inside safely.

Love is supporting her

Encouraging her

With each crazy endeavour she decides to pursue,

You are right by her side, cheering her on

(Although sometimes she can get ahead of herself, in that case you’re there to bring her back to earth and say, “Baby, I don’t doubt at all that you can finish a 2 month research paper in one night. But here’s why you probably shouldn’t do that.”

Love can be painful

Love can make you want to scream and rip your hair out

Sometimes love hurts

When she asks why you stick around no matter how many times she pushes you away

And when she lists all of her flaws, unable to understand what you see in her

You can finally respond, “Because I love you.”

Love isn’t perfect

Neither is she

And neither are you

But you love her

She loves you

And that is more than enough