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Real love’s a patient thing. It takes time to be kind. It doesn’t get jealous, it doesn’t brag; it’s not stuck up about itself. It’s not rude or self-serving. It’s hard to piss love off; it doesn’t hold grudges. Love isn’t happy with evil; it’s truth that gives it joy. It always protects the loved, always trusts them, never gives up hope in them, always works to be there for them. Real love never fails.

And love is itself. It doesn’t have to be like any other kind. It doesn’t have to fit into a specific box. It is the box. And it’s not the box’s shape that matters; it’s the unique thing inside.

Know it when you see it. There’s not enough of it around.

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(cleaning out the sticky-note app this morning, I found this. Looks like a rephrase of 1 Corinthians 13:4-8. As for the rest of it, did I write it? God knows. I hope I did.)

Love IS the box.

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