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Real love

I have come to realize that real love, like the love that fills you to your core, doesn’t find you when you are at your best. Real love, the love that makes you weak in your knees. That kind of love meets you in your chaotic mess.

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rachael-judd

Published: May 16, 2020
LinesWords: 447

Tags: #love

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