"Pfft, Love Is Overrated."

No.

No it isn't.

Her.

She's mine.

She's like a part of me.

This isn't overrated.

This is soft and warm and amazing.

This is spinning each other around dancing in my basement.

This is annoying each other with cute questions and thoughts.

This is having little inside jokes that no one gets but us.

This is cuddling and feeling her comfortable body wrapped around mine.

This is little goodbye kisses.

This is tickle fights.

This is giggling like little girls just looking at each other.

This is hoping that you're always together.

This is missing her every second that she isn't there.

This is smelling traces of her perfume everywhere when she's gone.

This is playing with each other's hair.

This is hoping everybody finds something like this.

This isn't overrated.