Re-Writing First Corinthians

"You know you love someone when you cry yourself to sleep every night because you know that he's not yours, he's hers."

Really? I have to disagree, darling. I'd say something more along the lines of:

You know you love someone when... (feel free to pick and choose, and play around with the gender roles here, just going based off my own preference)

... you don't care if he's yours or hers, as long as he's happy and loved.

... the little things that aggravate you when anyone else does them are just a cute quirk of his personality. (This opinion may wear off)

... it feels like your stomach drops to your toes when something bad happens to him.

... the fact that he had an awesome day when yours sucked epically makes you happy for him, rather than bitter about it. (Also, this opinion may wear off)

... you think he's gorgeous even when he's been in his jammies and/or robe for three days straight, laid up with a wicked cold.

... you start grinning more than a mile (1.6ish km for us non-Americans) from the house, because you can't wait to get home and see him/talk to him.

... that ratty, threadbare sweater he used to wear when he was younger is your favourite item of clothing to wear when you're feeling down and he's not around.

... you let him make your friends (and his) think he's all "man's man," while secretly you're madly in love with his nerdy/weird side.

... you encourage him to dream and work towards those dreams - even if you don't share them.

... late Saturday mornings in bed, the romance and the big gestures, having stories to tell your friends to make them jealous - you know you'll miss the indent his head makes on the pillow more than any of that, whenever he's gone.

But then again, I'm only a few years away from thirty and terminally single - and you're thirteen and dating. So what the hell do I know?

Love impatiently waits for you to pick a movie, then settles in for the night.
Love is unkind when you need a dose of reality.
Love envies every breath you take when apart.
Love boasts about every accomplishment you make, and is proud of you for every step you take.
Love rudely refuses to acknowledge the faults you may see in yourself.
Love selfishly lives to perpetuate love.
Love is quick to righteous anger when threatened.
Love records every misstep and preserves it in memory, so that Love may learn from it.
Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves.

(Fingers crossed I don't get hit by lightning on the way home from work today)