A/n: Short fluffy one shot.

Love just is

Love. Such a short word yet so freakin hard to describe. Love is when I show up late, my alarm having failed, I've run to class, slopped milk down my untucked shirt and my skirt is on sideways, yet he still finds it in him to say
"Good morning beautiful." Laced with sarcasm as it is I know he means it. Love is when I trip in basketball and he says
"Nice going Cruz!" Yet he still comes over to check on me.

Love is when I'm tired and I fall asleep on the couch. It's when he calls me hopeless and carries me upstairs. It's when he thinks I'm asleep and he touches my face softly and mumbles
"You're an idiot."

Love is when he's the only one who can make me cry. Nobody makes Dana Cruz cry. But love is when he's the only one who can make me laugh. Love is when I hit him and he goes ballistic, then smirks and says
"Nice shot though."

Love is that day in 10th grade he kissed me. A wacky feeling. Floating on air. I'm flying a million miles away just because Logan Reese kissed me. That's love. Then, he had the gall to pull back and say
"Meh, you're not half bad."

Love is when he took me home. It wasn't about sex. It wasn't about dirt. It was about cuddling. And arguing. We're good at arguing. Good at cuddling too. I know it's love when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. Hearing his heart beat with mine. Feeling him nuzzle my neck gently.
"You wear too much perfume."

Love was the day he proposed. Threw a ring box at me and grinned cheekily.
"Dana, we've been living together for long enough, you gonna marry me or what?" (Love was also the size of the ring... wow)

Love is the day I wore white. The day he made me change my name. The day he said 'I do' and when I said 'I do' his reply was.
"Yeah, you'd better." Before kissing me.

See with Logan love is different. Love is something weird. It's that feeling that really charges me up, but at the same time gets me down. See I don't know who invented love or why it's so confusing. I don't know WHAT love is exactly.

Love just... is.

A/n: Done. Shortest fic evvvvurrr.