Love glances off of some of us.
For some of us, love is a seed that sprouts and withers.Love remains only romance for many of us.
For some of us, love is too big a risk.
Love is the most natural thing for some of us.
For some of us, love is a commitment that never wavers.
Love is a spiritual experience for some of us.
For some of us, love demands we pay attention.
Love is the force that some of us never use fully.
For some of us, love is a mystery.
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