7. For making you question what it means to love someone, so you could redefine it for yourself. For as long as you circled back and forth between trying to decipher whether or not it was real love, or “meant to be love” or even something that’s worthwhile, you were understanding it on your own terms, learning that nobody else can teach you what love is. It’s bigger and smaller and kinder and more accepting in proportion to how much you are. It is you, and your experience of it is a projection of yourself.
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