To me, love is that feeling when I met Ben nearly three years ago on our first date. I knew by the end of our first date that I would be the luckiest girl in the world if he wanted me as much as I wanted him. I've never in my life been so excited by a first date.
It's accidentally saying those three words by accident, in a shopping centre, over the pick n' mix stand, in front of one of his friends. Embarassed doesn't really cover it.
It's him starting the sweetest conversation in the car on the way back (sans friend) about how he really likes me but wants to say it when he really really really feels it. I've never fallen deeper for anyone over one little conversation.
It's him saying 'I love you' for the first time on holiday two months later.
It's still being able to make each other laugh now as much as we did on that first holiday.
It's looking over to him as I'm writing this and asking what he thinks my flaws are and for him to look up and answer honestly. Something about chocolate, being a Princess and over controlling at times.
It's him still thinking that I look cute when I get home and take all my make-up off, put yoga pants on and look very much like a hot mess.
In the end that's all that matters.
*This post was actually written nearly a year ago(!!) and posted over on the gorgeous Rachel's blog, I discovered it in my blog folder today so I thought I'd share it over here too as I'm feeling pretty grateful to have someone like Ben in my life at the moment.