Love is what is left after the passion has died away. It is the glowing ember of care that lasts through the coldest winter.
It is the choice made - and kept. It may be damaged - but never beyond repair - as long as two souls work in union as one.
Even when everyone might assume it has withered to dust - it still exists - waiting for the moment to re-ignite.
Love is acceptance.
Love is a promise.
Love is never a duty.
Love is never diminished by being given - only by being withheld.
Love transcends the boundaries of our mortal selves and transforms us.
Doctor Who: "I Am An Idiot!"
Captain Corelli's Mandolin: "This is what love is..."
Nanny McPhee: "Snow in August"
Love Actually: "Restaurant Proposal"
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