My parents. Both were terminally ill yet still built together. One survived ...the other did not. I learned alot about taking another for granted and not doing that. Having empathy for another and learning to grow together. Knowing what is truly important in life.
I could say more but I'd like to see more from others.
Without any doubt the mold of love was passed down by my parents from the teaching of respect and honoring as well loyality but often each person mold there own way of love for what they feel is important and being able to bond together as life long mates .
But most part love has no teacher , we basicly learn it as we grow ...
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