Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word sore, it is a lesson in human fraility. Love is opening you medicine cabinet and finding your toothpaste turned into a pretzel, it is adaptation. Love is sitting at your window looking out and remembering who you were with the night before, it is reflection. Love is hearing the weather forcast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover, it is loneliness. Love is stories that will never be told, it is personal.
Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
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