Love

   Know what love is? I will tell you what love is.
   Love is blindly following the advice of Google maps after night class to the wrong metro station, take a bus to the wrong stop, take note of some dead ends, and be forced to retrace your steps. But it doesn't stop there. If you really love someone you will express excitement upon seeing their kitchen stocked with twelve cans of chickpeas, many NatureValley bars, and a bag of tomatoes. There's more: if you love someone, not in the way the sun loves the moon, but in the way that phlegm loves the sinuses, you will spend a night on a twin-sized blow up mattress with them- the mattress you leant them two days earlier- in their room. And if you're serious about this lovin' the mattress will be the only thing in their room except a low-powered baseboard heater and a brown curtain that you brought for them on the metro and the bus and the dead ends.
   So now you will recognize love when it travels across the city for you. Be sure to grab it by the scruff of its denim jacket and hold on for dear life because chances are that if your love looks anything like what I've described there will be lots of pizza runs (literally) involved in your future.