Love is how the other person likes their coffee on a morning. How long they put their toast in the toaster for. How they like their throw pillows on the sofa to be arranged. How hot they have their shower water. How many bubbles in the bath. How they always leave empty glasses on the bar in the kitchen, and how they know exactly how you take your coffee. How they know how many candles to light around a bathtub before you get in, and how chilled your wine has to be before it's an acceptable drinking temperature. We still have so much to learn about each other, and while I know there's no rush, I want to know these things. I want to know if he prefers butter or jelly on his toast on a morning and if really he prefers tea over coffee, which I suspect he does. I want to know if he changes the temperature of the shower water to my preference of red hot instead of a normal hot. I want to know every little thing I don't. Because at the end of the day, when it gets hard and you're in the middle of the room shouting at each other over something trivial, you won't remember the huge declarations of love. When you're sitting against your bedroom door crying because you hate fighting, you'll remember the way he smiles at you over breakfast and the way he trails his thumb down your spine to make you shiver. You'll remember all the crazy little things that remind you that, no matter what, no matter how difficult or impossible it may seem, there's no one else in this world more perfect for you than he is.