Love is letting me warm my cold feet on your legs when I come to bed at night.
Love is making my coffee with two creams and no sugar the way I like it.
Love is offering me the last shrimp in your combination fried rice.
Love is carrying my laptop bag to the house for me.
Love is holding the door open for me even though you have your hands full with our laptop bags.
Love is holding my hand on the drive home.
Love is simply all in the way you look at me.