Love according to the Oxford dictionary: "a strong feeling of deep affection for somebody/something, especially a member of your family or a friend, a mother's love for her children, love of your country". But this is not it. It doesn't even explain the slightest, most miserable or smallest weak shadow of love. Is love that heart shape red thing with two fat cheeks and a sharp point at the bottom. Yes, love is sometimes red fat with sharp edges, love is sometimes smelly like baby poo when you change the nappy for the sixth time in the middle of the night. Love is the smell of vomit when you are the only one without a tummy bug. Love is sticky and dirty like sweets in the sand pit. Love is having your hands bitten when your dog is in pain. Love is hovering on the edge of madness when they are late or not answering their phones. Love is drinking cold coffee and cleaning the drain. And this is just one day. But love is more than this, much much more. And you thought you knew what love is, moonshine and roses?
From the chapter: Redefine your dictionary.
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