Yet regardless of whether you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that you would die without them... it matters not. Because once they come into your life, whatever they are to the world, they become everything to you. When you look them in the eyes, traveling to the depths of their souls, and you say a million things without a trace of a sound you know what your own life is inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very hearts.
We love them for a million reasons. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
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