What is love?



It's nothing more than: when I leave, you will miss me.
When I expose my flaws, you will appreciate my authenticity.
When I'm hurt, you will ache for me.
When I die, you will grieve.

Beyond that, wealth, appearance, physique, and status are all unimportant.
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