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If you think about it, love is all about the little peculiarities carry with us.
Love is the way that I draw stick figures in a green pin because my dad always drew me a picture in green whenever he left town.
It's the way I love how he he never learned how to draw anything besides stick man.

Love is the way that I eat chicken in my salad even though I don't really like meat because my friend told me I need to eat protein every day.
I eat it for her. I love her and she loves me.

It's the way I hear her voice in my head, saying, "where is your protein," every time I sit down to eat a meal.

Love the way that my roommate yells "fortify!" every morning as I walk out of our apartment . And it's hidden in the fact that she won't say "I love you, " but she does say "leprosy!" as an alternative.

If you think about it, love really isn't found in the "I love yous"
It is found in the little peculiarities.
Love is found in the way people show us love
And it is maintained in the adopted traits we carry with us.
Love is not said. Love is shown. And love is adopted in ones lifestyle.