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When people ask me, "What does Love feel like?" I tell them this:
Love feels like the thumping of a chest, a silent rhythm of knowledge. A silent agreement to yourself, your heart, and to life.
Love feels like the jittery feeling at 8:00 in the morning, when you finally get to see his face, hear his voice, and watch him grow as an individual.
Love is like a book sometimes; it doesn't inherently end forever, just closing off a chapter and opening a new one.
Love is like a song; it ends when it ends.
Or will it?