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People tell me there are lots of different types of love. Love for your family, love for your friends, love for your girlfriend, love for a pet. Love for a hobby, love for a location, love for sports. Love for anything.
You can love your girlfriend and your pet, but not in the same way. Love your pet the same way you love your girlfriend and suddenly it's .
But to me, that clear line between types of love doesn't exist. There's only one type of love. And that's defined by the way I feel toward her. Sandara Park.
Foreword
I've told her this before. "I love you," I said. She giggled at me and replied with the same words. Why? When he tells her he loves her, she looks like she can fly. She looks so blissfully happy, almost like she's about to cry. So how come when I tell her I love her, she laughs?
I asked her once before. "Do you love him or me more?" I asked. She laughed at me once again and told me it was different. How can she compare, she said. Why? Why can't she compare her love for me and him?
I want to spend the rest of my life with her and only her and I want her to feel the same way. And that should be easy. Because I love her. And she loves me too.
Doesn't she?
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