love is purple and green pajama pants and not knowing when the last time you washed them was.
love is falling asleep on a long bus ride home.
love is broken glass and sidewalk chalk.
love is holding hands while walking onto the field at the silverdome.
love is crying over broken synthesizer keys.
love is locker number 277.
love is red flash bottles without the label.
love is mixcds and rollerskating.
love is playing age of empires II and donkey kong 64 until all hours of the night.
love is salt-stung contact lenses.
love is dominoes, collage-covered books, and weezer sweatshirts.
love is sleeping on the floor and french toast for breakfast.
love is softball gloves and grass-stained jeans.
love is supporting your local ska band.
love is kisses, fights, memories, and missed phone calls.
and sometimes, love is just believing.
