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Real love. ~sigh~. Months later you still think of him, and flutters come to your heart.

When your with him it is heaven.........in every way.

When your not with him and your still seeing each other but cannot.......it is like an empty hole is boring it's way into your soul (and pussy, in my case).

Not everyone has this effect on me, in fact......very few.

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Real love is wishing the very best for the object of your affection, no matter if you are in their life or not.

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"What is love? Baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me, no more"

lol...

sorry

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Love is all you need.

I swear, when I saw the title to this, I remembered "A Night At The Roxbury" :laughing

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love is ...

kisses from my kids and the sweet smiles on their faces and hearing them say i love you mommy

crying because my friend got on a plane to go back to georgia and i will miss her so so much

looking at my husband when he doesn't know i am, remembering when i first met him 15 years ago and getting that feeling towards him i had back then still.

looking at him and seeing how he has aged since i met him and that makes me smile. it makes me smile because i get to watch that happen.

love is a my new cat named nigel that i sleep next to every night

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"What is love? Baby dont hurt me, dont hurt me, no more"

lol...

sorry

anyways, love is a word, thats all, what matters is the connection that the word implies.  Yes, its from the matrix but i believe it completly.

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omfg! yea, me too. Too many years of gay clubs or SNL, not sure which. lmao :laughing

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What is love?

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 not a feeling....

love is respect and admiration.

Love is that state in which

the happiness of another

is more important than your own.

* From various sources and I could go on and on....... *

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For those of you who dont know what love is...

CHORUS:

What is love

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

What is love

Yeah

Oh I don't know

why you're not fair

I give you my love

but you don't care

So what is right

and what is wrong

gimme a sign

(chorus x2)

uoh oh...

Oh I don't know

what can I do

what else can I say

it's up to you

I know we're one

just me and you

I can't go on

(chorus x2)

uoh oh..

What is love

What is love

What is love

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

Don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

I want no other

No other love

This is your life

our time

When we are together

I need you forever

Is it love

(chorus x2)

uoh oh..

(chorus x2)

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

Baby don't hurt me

Don't hurt me

no more

what is love?!...

The answer is clearly visible in the actions of Steve and Doug Butabi who wanted more than anything else to be accepted by the posh snotty types in the Roxbury... that was all they wanted, besides a hottie credit card approver and a hottie police officer <smile>

All of us can learn from them, follow your dreams and never give up even in the face of Richard Grieco and Colin Quinn.

Bonus: some quotes

Mr. Zadir: Dooey, did you just grab my ass?

Dooey: Sir, from where I'm standing, that's a physichal impossibilty.

Mr. Zadir: Oh, I know your tricks, Dooey!

Cambi: Can you believe we actually had sex with these asswads?

Mr. Zadir: Wait a minute, did you just grab my ass?

Doug Butabi: No.

Mr. Zadir: Do you want to?

Doug Butabi: No... should I?

Doug Butabi: You can take our phones and you can take our keys, but you cannot take away our dreams.

Steve Butabi: Yeah, because we're, like, sleeping when we have them.

Kamehl Butabi: Richard Grieco, you see right thru me. 

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God this movie gets me so hot! Im pretty sure it was the best movie of 1998... if you exclude Ronin.

<smile>

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Thats a hard question to answer. Love to me is a great many things. Someone who is willing to honest with you by all costs, and doesnt just tell you what you want to hear. Someone who is willing to listen. Someone who is lovingly judgemental to help you to see yourself in a different light, so you can become the better person that lies inside. Someone you can yell at the TV with when the pistons are playing SLOP and are down by 30 and understands that your not pissed off at them after the game, your just upset =) Someone who can make me laugh and smile no matter how pissed off I am at the world at the moment. Someone whos smile makes me trip over my words. Someone who makes me feel just as happy at home watching TV with as I would if we were out (if not happier). Someone who wants to learn and grow with me everyday. Someone who holds me everymoring, not because I ask, but because he wants too. Someone who is willing to forgive me for things that they know Im sorry for. Someone I can wake up to everymoring and think to myself how lucky i am to have them in my life. Someone who understands IM a DORK =) and embraces that . Someone who knows how to wash my hair =) Someone who has PASSION in bed knows what they want, and KNOWS WHAT I WANT =) Someone who i not affraid to tell me how they feel, but most importantly SOMEONE WHO CAN MAKE ME LAUGH!!!! who can be a dork and make me laugh everyday when I get up, everynight before bed , and everwhere inbetween =)

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love is whatever you want it to be. unconditional, forever-lasting, short lived, or non exsisting. love is fair, and unfair. it's wonderful, yet dreadful. it makes sense, but confuses you like nothing else you'll ever come across. here one minute, gone the next. gives you butterflies, or stabs your heart until you feel you can't go on. love is, and it isn't.

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Whooooooooooooawhoaaaaaaaaaao

Whoaaaaaaaaaaoa Hooooooooo hoooooooo!

Sorry. It's stuck in my head.

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Atleast you just have the song stuck in your head.... I have the first time I heard it stuck in my head and the bar I heard it in... and all the freakyness. Lets see... the song before it was Short Dick Man and the song after it was Horney by Mouse T. That was 15 minutes that have been burned into my brain for ever

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