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Love is not diamonds           chocolate  flowers. Love is letting her chase you around with a camera, your mind telling you how much you despise being photographed and still managing a smile because she asked you to. It is letting his hands rest against your stomach that you desperately wish to hide. Knowing     knowing how much he thinks you're beautiful despite your many flaws.      Or perhaps it is when you sit up talking for 782 minutes      whispering secrets to each other      even though you both hate the phone. Love is not getting tongue tied every time you see them, holding their hand in public nor dancing und