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  • Today I watched a young couple in a coffee shop with their new baby. The mother held a perpetual smile to the world. The father took his adoring eyes off his daughter only long enough to lock them on his wife.

    The child was maybe a couple of months old. The couple was maybe in their mid-20s. Love surrounded them, embraced them. Love for their little girl; love for each other was young, but It radiated bright like the first day of long-life lightbulb.

    But for me, real love, true love, is not like an electric bulb at all; it's more like an eternal flame, burning eternal energy. The people we love - the kind of love that leaves an indelible mark, like a tattoo - never goes away. If you love someone, really love them, they are with you always. Space, time, or death is not enough to kill the flame. We carry it with us; we carry them with us, the energy of love - forever.
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