subject line: I like my definition better anyways September 23, 2016 by Hannah Brencher Clinton, Mississippi Growing up I always though true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little black box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I am older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all. See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on your phone. True love is kissing at 6 am despite morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, and tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any story book you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching the Notebook though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re and idiot” and “ you’re a little shit” me knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 am when you should be asleep. It’s that song your hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard. I liked my definition better anyways.