I see love in a kid who sets himself free, in someone who chooses the path through a place where he longs to be. I see love in someone who touches a special someone with gentle, who even with a loved one's flaws and mess will come to nestle. I see love in someone who does the thing he's so fond of doing; a passion of which strength will never allow someone to put it into breaking. I see love in softness and gentleness, as well as in actions that will never intend to mess. Words and photo by: Psychē
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