Nothing is mysterious, no human relation, except love.
Philosophers have identified over the meaning of love for millennia, but a glance at literary history gives us the beginnings of a definition: Love can be a connection to something greater than ourselves, or the thing that shows us who we really are. It is the beginning of this world, yet somehow always feels new. It is passion and wild, yet requires relentless and hard work. It is at once our most comforting support and the thing that makes us lose our balance.
At the very least, it's more than cards, candy and fancy dinners. In the end, when it comes to capturing this most wonderful and mysterious part of the human experience, it is when you can't explain why you are in love, it is LOVE.
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