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Love is…. The feeling you get when your stomach suddenly becomes an expert gymnast doing expert somersaults. The sound of your heart beating a million miles a minute echoing the raindrops in a monsoon. The sight of beautiful eyes, the eyes of your dreams, wanting yours to meet theirs. The smell of a man, in all his forms, radiating from his arms wrapped around you. The taste of the future, the texture of happiness, upon the palet of forever
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
Love is...
Love is…. The feeling you get when your stomach suddenly becomes an expert gymnast doing expert somersaults. The sound of your heart beating a million miles a minute echoing the raindrops in a monsoon. The sight of beautiful eyes, the eyes of your dreams, wanting yours to meet theirs. The smell of a man, in all his forms, radiating from his arms wrapped around you. The taste of the future, the texture of happiness, upon the palet of forever
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Jul 16, 2013
Jul 16, 2013 at 10:25 PM UTC
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