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- Love
And he wasn't perfect. But that was okay. When you love someone, you look past all their imperfections. Right into their soul. See who they really are. You learn to forget those imperfections and flaws that make them human. Because just like everyone else, he had flaws. Flaws I'd learned to love. This was love. This is love. I'm in love.