How do you define love? To want, to need, to not be able to live without? It’s such a simple word, yet it covers all manner of, well, everything.
I love summer storms and snowfalls; they’re some of my favorite things.
I love pad thai and drunken noodles; I left Spain (in part) to be closer to them.
I love my dog; his kisses warm my heart like no other.
And I love my family, but I don’t always like my family. But still, I love them.
But why? To love a thing, an inanimate thing, is simple — you enjoy it, you crave it, you want it, maybe you even need it. But to love a person… What is that?
Familiar love is a unique case — it is based on nothing but ties, no emotions or feelings, just a unifying blood. It’s unexplainable and undeniable. It just…
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