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October 23, 2011

What is love? Is it one too many drinks and a dirty mattress? Is it constant bickering and going to bed early? No, it’s not.
To me love is sweaters and unruly curly hair and blue eyes. Love is cold red noses and soft skin and jokes that only one person in the room laughs at. Love is the magnetic fields and the smiths on the radio while driving through the country at night with only the headlights to guide your way.
Love is boyish half smiles and good hair days and flower petals pressed between pages in a good book.
Love isn’t sex or passion and sometimes has nothing to do with people at all. Love can be silence and darkness and nature and solitude.

 

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