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I was picking dandelions from next doors backyard and was thinking, love is not just having someone at the other end of the phone line about 73% of the time, or lottery tickets and movie screens with a ring on the fourth finger. Love is a grasping-for-air twenty thousand feet free fall, or 120 miles per hour on the highway and four hours on a plane just to see a single smile. Love is hands on face, on lips, on cheeks. Love is inside our veins, places we can’t dig deep enough to get with a silver spoon. Love is a discovery, its stomping on toes with a stick in its hands and a voice saying, “stop avoiding, stop the excuses and for God sakes stop being scared!” Love is someone special, someone who can make you open hot air balloons with your palms, while they write you a thank you post-it-note to stick to your forehead. Some say, love is friendship set on fire, and if your lucky enough to find someone you can give yourself to, mind, body and soul. Then you should hold on, and hope like hell you don’t get burned.