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The mind wanders to those who inspire our deepest feelings when we're among the trees and the water, the still snow and burning sun. In the light of the moon our souls rise up in search of the ones that matter, that move us. It's who you find inside your thoughts when there is only peace and quiet: that's who you love. Not the person you call when you're lonely - that's a friend. Not the person you seek out when you're horny - that's lust. Not the one you think of after a sappy movie - that's infatuation. The one you see in all these places, the one who remains always in your mind, always in your heart, always around. You love the one who converses with you in the silence of the forest, in the ripples of the water, the one who walks beside you in the sand. It is their smile you see in the early morning sky and the warm body you miss when you're sitting alone in front of the fire. That's your person, don't let them go.

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