'yet regardless if you love them, hate them, or know that you would die without them, it matters not, because once in your life, whatever they were to the world they become everything to you, when you look at them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls and you say a million things without trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythymic beatings of their very heart, we love them for a million reasons, no words would do it justice, it is a thing not of the mind, but of the heart, a feeling, only felt, love '

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