love is...curious and touches things it shouldn't in department stores. it is...blind to imperfection and deaf to other's opinions.love is...patient like that of a grandparent knitting for an unborn child. it has soft hands and watches while you sleep. it nestles behind under and around every little thought in one's head. love is in itself undefinable yet you know when you've found it...
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