For me, to speak of loving someone deeply is not about โthereforeโ, nor โhoweverโ, nor โif thenโ. It steps outside all cause and effect; and yet, even so, and still.
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Not because they are my ideal type, therefore I love them,
but because they are not my ideal type, and even so, I love them.
Not because they are dazzling and precious, therefore they are like jewels to me,
but because they are not particularly remarkable, even quietly imperfect in some ways, and yet to me, they are more precious than any jewel.
Not because I think, If only they would do this for me, how wonderful that would be, but because they are not the kind of person who does those things, and even so, I can keep pace with them in love.
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Love, if I were to name it, is this:
Even so, yet, and still.