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Thankful for the best kind of love

The best kind of love makes you better. It transforms you into the kind of person who can love so much that you will give what it hurts the most to give, and still keep loving. It makes you gentler, and more honest; it brings peace and vitality. It makes you generous and vulnerable and hopeful. It is unconditional friendship and electric passion wrapped in kindness.

When someone lights you up like that and inspires you to be a light for others, that is something to be thankful for every moment of forever. Be grateful for the opportunity to love someone the way they always wanted to be loved. And if you are ever in a situation where that feeling is mutual, you should do absolutely everything in your power not to let it go. I do not say this lightly. There is no better life than one spent with the person who makes the best of you come alive.

That sort of love is once-in-a-dozen lifetimes, soul-connection rare. That kind of love is real and it does exist; and whether it lasts 5 months or a lifetime, it does not end.

So you need to hold it for as long as you can, or you will feel its lack hourly -- and it will be the most painful thing you've ever lived with. It will course through you, scald your insides like boiling water, and leave an empty void that cannot be refilled. And still, you will keep loving, and it will be sweet torture.

Be thankful and be a light - do it to honour the spirit of love, if love is not with you.

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