I have never been in love. There. I have confessed this countless times during countless rounds of truth-or-dare. The usual reactions run somewhere between "Oh" and "You'll find someone someday". The thing is, I'm not sure if I need to find someone - not when I already have so many people.
Sometimes you need grand confessions, blood-red roses and sex that can be hot or meaningful or both. To me, however, caring is about finger puppets that look like cows. It is about bringing someone a bucket when they're pitifully sloshed again. It's about listening to stories about assholes - metaphorically and literally. It's about sending someone demented songs about puppies. It's about asking "How've you been?" first. It's about laughing in hospital. It's about poor advice, telling off your significant other in defence of your moron of a friend, body shots, gruesome medical facts, random kisses on the tops of heads, letting your ego go to boost up another one's, sticking your fingers down someone's throat, climbing on trains, long lunches, never saying a moral thing and never doing an immoral one, suicide watch even when it's not really needed, concluding the Kama Sutra is bull, having someone tell you how you feel before you realize it yourself - and finger puppets shaped like cows.
These people make my heart go pitter-patter every single day with how much I like them.
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