Don't call it love, cause that's not it.
It is fighting and name-calling and neighbor-waking and infuriating.
It is passive-agressive looks it is throwing things, like books it is insane.
It is tense.
It's unnerving.
It's disastrous.
They're a storm.
But.
It is also hand-holding.
And passion.
And kissing.
And long embraces.
And sex, of course, lots of it.
But don't call it love.
Cause that's not it.