“ What is love mother?”
Asked the young woman, her knitting artwork sitting on
Her laps.

“ It is not gravity holding you to the ground.
It’s that special someone.
Nothing else exist. Not even the wind.
It is like a magnetic attraction.
Love is the most powerful feeling one can exquisitely
Savour at any time. Nothing can drift you apart.
It’s when two hearts meet. Thumping at the same time.
My dear girl, love is when both parties are inseparable
They’re usually called...

“Soulmates” replied the young woman.

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