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Love is when

I can see him in darkness,

I can feel his hands on my shoulders while I take the stairs to our home,

I can hear his voice from corridor asking me if I’m alright while I was regaining my breaths in the room,

I can see his wandering eyes searching me in the party,

I can talk to him about the mistakes I did,

I can lay on his laps after a tiring day,

I can trek the mountains with a weak heart because he is there,

I can dream with him

I can be me with him.



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