Love is the way you talk to me.

Your relationship with Harrison was…. Deteriorating to say the least.

Love is the way you don’t talk to me.

He seemed as happy as ever, but also extremely clingy and insecure of the relationship, likely from his parents disapproval and having to work on the website constantly.

Love is the way you close the door on my face.

He seemed like he was taking a nosedive, if anything. Obsessing and clinging like a child.

Love is the way you make me feel.

Today, Harrison was working on the website… again, and he was needier than ever. He clung to your side and buried his head in your shoulder. Eventually, he looked up at you, his face a grimace.

“You do love me, right…?”