藤木病院鬼屋吓人吗:Is the relationship of love mutual?

The definition of love
Intimacy is composed of the intuition, sharing each other existence, with innermost feelings and emotion. If there is only intimacy in a relationship, it is called friendship. Young male and female friends may hug each other, whisper into each other's ear and holding hands. This type of friendship is time dependent and will eventually fade away in our memories with time.
People are drawn together by passion. The mutual attraction is like a spark, and some refer to this as lust. the desire for love. Selected male and female may prefer to have a one night stand as part of their passion. They are only interested in the time that they are together. They may not even know each other well enough.
//// Romantic love is a combination of intimacy and passion. This love is intense, but not durable and will not continue into the future because there is a lack of commitment. Romantic love between internet users, university students all fall within this category. In a typical one night stand, the female submits herself to the male. Certain female may give up her virginity for that romantic moment. In another situation, the couple may choose to live together quietly. Within six months to two years, the excitement generated from the intimacy and passion are over. They go separate ways because there is a lack of commitment between both parties.////

Love requires the pledge for a commitment. In order to maintain the long-time relationship, the pledge for commitment is a decision to retain the person you loved. In this category, there has to be intimacy followed by passion, and last of all, the pledge for a commitment. This will result in an official marriage

Love is a slow kiss goodnight.
It's anticipation.

Love is flirting outrageously and still remembering that the person at your side is not obligated to do anything.
It's respect.

Love is an imperfection in yourself not bothering you.
It's acceptance.

Love is passing up an opportunity because the time isn't right yet.
It's patience.

Love is a back massage that starts above the hairline and ends around the insoles.
It's exploration.

Love is not having to say "Let's make love," because you know what the other person wants.
It's understanding.

Love is being given an honest chance to say no when you thought you were committed.
It's consideration.

Love is both of you remembering protection.
It's responsibility.

Love is saying the perfect phrase to make a solemn embrace dissolve into giggles.
It's humor.

Love is being told "Stop and I'll kill you".
It's desire.

Love is reviewing the damage to your living room and realizing personal effects are strewn in a clockwise pattern from the front door to the bedroom.
It's abandonment.

Love is seeing what your lover really looks like for the first time.
It's truth.

Love is knowing what time it is and not caring.
It's joy.

Love is the arms around you tightening their embrace.
It's ecstasy.

Love is seeing a new side of a person you thought you knew.
It's renewal.

Love is telling a person if you have to leave, you will let them sleep, and being told they would rather be woken.
It's tenderness.

Love is waking up to find the subject of the dream you were having asleep on your shoulder.
It's where fantasy meets reality.

Love is being there to wake your lover. Slowly.
It's sensuousness.

Love is belatedly knowing why you bothered to buy a queen-sized bed three years ago.
It's practicality.

Love is two people only taking up a third of a queen-sized bed.
It's closeness.

Love is knowing you gave the extra set of keys to your apartment to the right person.
It's trust.

Love is saying good-bye and knowing you will be back by mutual consent.
It's faith.

Love is stretching your arms and discovering the real meaning of the word "sore".
It's a lesson in human frailty.

Love is opening your medicine cabinet and finding your tube of toothpaste turned into a pretzel.
It's adaptation.

Love is sitting at the window, looking out and remembering who you were with the night before.
It's reflection.

Love is hearing the weather forecast for a winter storm and wishing you could spend it in bed with your lover.
It's loneliness.

Love is stories that will never be told.
It's personal.

Love is Music and You!

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What you say?
You are enflishmen?Fuck you!
你就不能用中国话说啊！！~~~郁闷~~~~~
你自己觉得你对他（她）是在用心了，那就是真爱！~

Love is Love！！！