I think that the movies have got it all wrong. True love is not bringing flowers home every night, planning elaborately expensive dates and saying all of the right things at the right times. That would be romance ( which is nice. brett... I still like all of that). True love is more.
Brett has shown me many times what true love is. Tonight, for example, I realized that I threw my wallet away... I know, I know...
But anyway, I threw it away and then took out the trash to the dumpster(i did not know my wallet was in there at the time). Brett offered to go jump in the dumpster and find it for me. When he came back, he said it wasn't in our bag of trash. Then I remembered that I threw it away in a smaller Target bag, which was next to that bag of trash... so he went back to climb in the dumpster again... LOVE!
That caused me to reminisce about other such experiences.
1. When we were still dating, I got the stomach flu and Brett would hold my hair back for me as I, you know... love.
2. Once, we were playing indoor soccer and this big guy was trying to take the ball from me. Brett ( not as big) ran up and rammed into him and pushed him away from me ( in the legal, soccer way). i thought it was the cutest, sweetest thing ever.
3. When we were in New York my metro card fell to the bottom of the toilet (it was like $75 sitting at the bottom of the toilet) and he got it from me... wait, did he do that for me or the money? Either way - that is love.
4. Brett went out to lunch for work and specifically saved me some of his sweet potato fries because he knew I would love them.
Brett must really love me.


