“Love is…” There was almost a dreamlike note to the words as if he was reliving some sort of memory associated with the word. “Everything,” he breathed reverently. “It’s everything. It’s like coming home. An overwhelming sense of peace and serenity. It’s joy. Happiness. Awe. And a million other things that make your heart race so fast, you feel like it’s going to burst out of your chest. It’s warmth. And sunshine. And light and laughter. A hurricane of emotions that just knock you off your feet. It’s waking up early just so you can watch them sleep. It’s three A.M. trips to the store for ice
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