True love is...

[penfield]

...putting up with your whining, wheezing, sneezing, tossing-and-turning and 7.6-on-the-Richter-scale coughing boyfriend, even though he promised to take you to the car show, even though he's no good for anything approaching physical affection, even though he is at his most epically unattractive under two days worth of stubble and pajamas, and staying with him to watch goofy movies on cable, and cooking him really good chicken soup from scratch, and searching the pharmacy aisles and the 27 different kinds of Robitussin to find the exact right medicine, and consenting to hit him hard on the back so as to loosen some of his chest congestion while not seeming to take the least bit of pleasure in it, and generally being the sweetest, most adorable girlfriend in history, and that includes 19th century British fiction and anyone ever portrayed by Meg Ryan. I look like hell, I feel like hell, and I'm the luckiest guy anywhere.

Thank you, Jessica.

[cough.]