All that matters is love -- the love between a couple; the love between parents and children; the love between siblings; the love of friends.
Sometimes you can actually see love. You can see it emanating from a single person, or even from a room full of people. Sometimes when you witness love, you mourn the fact that it's not for you, and that you don't feel it more often. Sometimes you stop and wonder just how you can get your hands on some love. Sometimes you laugh at yourself for thinking love is something you can get your hands on. And sometimes you simply accept the fact that love is elusive and rare, and there is never enough.
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