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Yet regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die or know that
you would die without them it matters not. Because once in your life,
whatever they were 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 trace of a sound, you know that your own life is
inevitable consumed within the rhythmic beatings of her very heart. We love
them for a million reasons, no paper would do it justice. It is a thi ng not
of the mind but of the heart.
A feeling.
Only felt.