Love for the one we name our life.
Love for the person we breathe the same air with.
Love to the one we share our emotions with.
Love isn't just about loving someone.
But about being their hands. When they need to reach for something.
Being their eyes when they want to see the beauty of life.
It's about being their everything when they need just your love.
It's about being next to them on the hardest of days.
It's not just love; it's more than that.
It's the beauty of life in everything that we see in life.
It's how love works.
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