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True love
True love is like your first kidney stone. You can't possibly imagine what it feels like until it strikes you to the ground (I speak from experience, because I've passed enough kidney stones to pave a small driveway). After 10 minutes of talking to Marie, I knew that the knee-buckling, heart-throbbing, butterfly-inducing feeling I had was love. And since this is the only time I've felt that, I have to conclude she's my first. To equate this feeling with other "loves" in my past only diminishes its meaning. It's like calling that kidney stone a "stummy ache."
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