Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or
resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth.
Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. (I Corinthians 13:4-7)
but then... is there love in the first place? Is it even love? Or perhaps its some baser emotion/feeling masquerading as love?
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