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What is it that composes the feeling we refer to as "love"?
Such an abstract concept can never be fully defined and I would argue that there are as many kinds of love as there are matches of people in the world.
Also, no love stays the exact same; it is constantly morphing and evolving as things occur.
Each person who one shares this feeling understands each other on a level that no one else does. I truly believe that this is the secret to the feeling.

For me, there a few major loves.

First, my parents are the ones who have shown me how love "should" be. They would not say that their love is perfect [besides, that's a kind of arrogant thing to say about love (it leaves no room for mistakes)] but I have seen them at low points only to find themselves on top. Theirs is a dancing in the kitchen kind of love that I am proud to characterize to my parents.

My mom instills a strength in me and my dad instills the emotion. My mom has always honed in on the aspect of power and self worth from her experiences and mine and I find that I have found a power of womanhood through her.
My dad's emotion and passion is evident and he knows just how to hit that chord with me. It takes nothing and that is how we connect.

My sister is the one who has followed me throughout our lives in so many aspects that I could never fully explain. It still confuses me, the way that we connect. There are siblings that are friends but she has always been more than that to me. I've made mistakes trying to describe this and so I will not try.

Finally, my boyfriend. The incredibly handsome man who understands my quirkiness and sometimes girlish preferences. When I think of him, I think about when I was young and we would be driving from Lander to Cheyenne to visit family. I would stare out the window into the stars and wish for him. My wish came true in finding him. He says he isn't sure that we would have met if I hadn't been forced to attend the barbeque that brought us together; I think otherwise. I once made the mistake of telling him that I don't really believe in soulmates being the significant other. However, I understand now that I was very wrong. He is.

There are others who I will not run through because it would lengthen this to an absurd point.

What do you think about the concept of love being strung along a line of a person understanding you on a level that no one else does? Who do you think of that does this?

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