valentine’s day has been sold to us in loving pinks and reds, sold to us in bouquets and boxes of chocolates. but this year, i’m thinking of a different kind of love. a quiet kind of love. the kind that doesn’t come wrapped. the kind that feels like home. we talk so much about the romantic kind of love, the butterflies, the surprises, and the grand gestures. but there’s also love in the ordinary. it’s in remembering how someone takes their coffee, sending that “did you get ho

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