Love; it has a funny way of creeping up on you.
It breathes a whisper on your skin; it pressing its lips on your shoulder; it burns the memory of its presence in your mind; its life in your heart.
Love; it's pretty funny.
It makes you laugh for nothing; it makes you smile at the wind; it makes you happy.
Love: when it leaves you are sad it has left; but happy to have known it. Love; what a wonderful person.
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