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  • Things I have mistaken for love:
    A large, red, heart-shaped box of chocolates in the third grade.
    My mother’s pork chops (they were just a symbol).
    Three slow dances to “We Are the Champions” in the eighth grade.
    Infatuation.
    Three mix tapes (two received, one created).
    One email, sent to me at 2:45AM on February 15, 1999.
    Every offhand comment that I've appeared in someone's dream.
    The moment Coldplay’s “Yellow” came on the radio and the guy I was with said it was the song that would play at our wedding. (He hated Coldplay.)
    Stalking.
    An invitation to come home for a weekend & meet the parents.
    The words “I love you.”

    Things I have not mistaken for love:
    Sex.
    Money.
    One marriage proposal from a street market vendor in Rome.
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