true love is saying to your partner "wanna wrassle?" and getting thrown onto the bed for (mostly) non-sexual rough housing, with a side of tickles.
Literally watching my wife's face move between bafflement and acceptance and pointing and laughing and saying "You love me, you idiot!" And knowing she could just as easily do the same to me and feeling nothing but joy in my heart
True love is your fiancee specifically and surreptitiously buying a mario kart blue shell plushie while you wait for a complex request to be attended to and then throwing it at you, before declaring it a gift 'so that you have something to throw at them'
