I think the word love has lost its meaning. Love isn't supposed to be measured using expensive gifts and expensive dates. Creating pointless relationship goals just because you feel the need to express that to your partner, hoping that he or she'll get the hints. No, love comes from within and it comes in little surprises. Small gestures, like sending you back home even when it's out of his way to do so, asking about your day, motivating the other person to do their very best when in deep waters.

Chanced upon this in my tumblr drafts and I'm sure I wrote this back in 2016, I guess. Couldn't really decipher without a proper timestamp, but I thought of sharing this here. Though I am not in the same space as I was back then, it could still be relatable.