I'm a thinker, an over-thinker. I have spent countless hours trying to figure out what love means to me. Today I found out. Everything.
Today, my mum told me that she loves me. Today. For the first time, ever.
I don't love The Cure, or any guy who I'm gonna kiss for a few weeks and cry over into my cereal. I've never ended a phone call with "I love you". Love. I've been waiting to hear it for twenty years and it was worth every single second.