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And I ask myself, "is this not love?" every night, as if reaffirming the verb would reinforce the noun; this feeling that I have been experiencing, these actions that have seized control of my muscles over recent days, they are substantiated by each other. I don't know the grand gestures; my first declaration was in initials, and I left the puzzle-solving to the one who likes jigsaws. The bended knees make my quads sore; I don't know about the wishes upon waterfalls,- the only time that I had been near a waterfall, I was squinting my eyes from the force of the back-splash and yelping about getting soaked. I do know about the penny kisses though, one for each thought, and a hundred for dandelions that bloom upon smooth alabaster.