I'm tired of people trying to define love.
Love is inexplainable. It isn't a math problem. You can't just say, "I love X because they have Y and Z."
Otherwise everyone would love me. Because I'm the total package: looks, brains, abs, punctuality and humility.
It goes without saying that we all like people who are kind, attractive, thoughtful or have huge boobs. It is human nature - and saying that is why you love someone is obvious.
Love shouldn't be explained or quantified. It should happen. It should be a thousand tiny reasons that you yourself don't even realize.
So while I am sure your boyfriend or girlfriend is nice, and funny, and attractive, I hope they also wake you up at 1:30am to ask how a T-Rex would jump rope with those tiny, stupid arms.
Because my wife does. And that is more of a reason to love her than anything you'll find on a candy heart.
Unless that candy heart says something about huge boobs.
Happy Valentine's Day