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Love is dreaming. It’s hoping, wishing and achieving. Love is taking risks, regardless of the outcome. It’s allowing yourself and your love a second chance. Love is crossing those high mountains. It’s swimming those seven seas. Love is trying over and over again. It’s striving for those people worth striving for. Love is waiting by the phone for them to call. It’s talking to them for hours on end without getting bored. Love is feeling secure and protected when around them. It’s wrapping yourself in their arms and falling asleep. Love is spending every hour, every minute and every second you possibly can with them. It’s making sure you see their smile and hear their laughter every moment you share together.Love is staying up till the late hours of the night, waiting for each other to fall asleep on the phone. It’s reading them a bedtime story, or singing them a lullaby to sleep. Love is understanding one another, and sorting out problems together. It’s knowing when one is upset almost instantly. Love is knowing the little irrelevant and unnecessary details about each other. It’s being able to blabber on for hours about absolutely nothing. Love is seeing the smile on their face and automatically smiling yourself. It’s trying everything you can to make them laugh when they’re crying. Love is listening to that song over and over again, thinking of them. It’s constantly having them on your mind without even trying. Love is capturing every moment with them, even when you know, things are going to end. It’s making every second worth while. Love is accepting their imperfections and not wanting to change them. It’s loving them for who they are, not what they are. Love is a universal language, I hope you understand where I’m coming from. It’s missing and loving you every second of every day…