I don’t want an epic love story. I don’t need a star-crossed sonnet-inspiring romance. I want grocery store trips, sharing chores, I’ll-wash-you-dry, walking dogs together, curling up on the couch under a blanket watching the same movie we’ve seen 12 times, coming home to you at the end of a hard day and waking up beside you the next morning. I don’t need purple prose and love songs and the kinds of whirlwind stories people write novels and plays about. I just need you.