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So, what is love? I tried answering before, but I didn’t get too far on that road.
Love is when you become a bird. In error, people think it’s when your stomach feels like you have pebbles inside and your heart is small and ticks very very fast. They think it’s the confidence of jumping high in the air and then floating, flapping, getting to the next building and so on. Or whenever you stoically sit in the rain, facing the long and cold night, knowing that when the sun will rise, you’ll shake all the bad things off and fly away. People think love is making you want to scream from the top of your lungs: “OHMYGAWD LOOK AT THIS WONDERFUL PERSON NEXT TO ME I CAN’T BELIEVE SHE’S REAL OMGOMGOMGOMG!!1”, or singing a pretty song so the entire forest hears it.
Love, in fact, is simple. Is finding someone that will make you look at a bunch of sticks and want to make a nest out of it.
It’s the person that makes every place the most beautiful place in the Earth.
