Falling in love doesn’t usually happen how it does in the movies. There’s no firework display, no award-winning soundtrack, no romantic rainfall. It’s not boastful or proud. Mostly, it’s standing at the kitchen sink, one washing and one drying, listening to your favourite songs. It’s rolling over in the morning excited to see the sleep drenched look in their eyes. It’s trying to tell someone how they make you feel and stumbling over your words because you’re talking too much and too fast. It’s glancing over at one another at a party with a look that asks “Shall we get out of here?”. It’s running wild, electricity, burnt toast, plaid shirts, butterflies, lazy Sunday mornings, mixed tapes, inside jokes, perfectly fit hands, stargazing at 2am, stubble against your cheek, fighting one minute and kissing the next, bliss, excitement, frustration, friendship, infatuation. It’s looking at them, wondering how you ever got so lucky and so happy, and then you realise it. You are in love.
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