They say love is blind. I disagree. Infatuation is blind. Love is all-seeing and accepting. Love is seeing the flaws and blemishes and accepting them. Love is accepting the bad habits and mannerisms, and working around them.
Who doesn’t want to wake up with their dearest love? Who doesn’t want to feel a body pressing with theirs from above? Who doesn’t want to fly above the stars and the infinite sky? Who doesn’t want to be with you?