tonight I layed on my back staring at the ceiling fan and talked to my parents about what love is for a few hours. My mom drifted to sleep and my dad said quietly, "your mother is one of the most intelligent and amazing people I've ever met. Who knew she was a few miles away all along?"

you have always been a few miles away but it took a thousand coincidences to put us together. And now all I can think about is how you were sick and you fell asleep in my lap and I rubbed your back and held your head. I watched you get dressed the next morning and my heart was exploding, telling me to never let you go.

Love is a choice. It is waking up every morning and deciding to not let go. It is knowing you will get sick and holding someone through their fever anyway. It is a sore throat two days later and a smile in spite of it. Love is the most beautiful thing I've ever known and in a way it feels like none of my letters here have been about love until I started writing about you.

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