Love is unending. Love is not saying anything even when your arm has fallen asleep and is killing you but she just looks too perfectly peaceful. Love is a piece of heaven. Love is wearing a stupid hair net at work so your hair will still look decent when you get to see her after you get off. Love is hating good night. Love is priceless. Love is being completely willing to do absolutely anything no matter how ridiculous or unnecessary it may be. Love is begging the clock the hurry up all day from eight til six then pleading with it to completely stop from six til midnight. Love is being unable to stop thinking about her. Love is a precious, tender, perfect kiss that you don't want to ever end. Love is magical. Love is the greatest of all. Love is true. Love is when a sad and unhappy night is swallowed up in the hope for a beautiful, perfect tomorrow. Love is getting up ten minutes earlier to get a seat in the back so you can hold her hand.
Love is everything I need. Love is my joy, my happiness. Love is my dearest Michelle.
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