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I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you. So close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.