Noah BlakeWhat is the meaning of love?That was the question I asked myself every single day. And it had been that way since my childhood. When I was fifteen, I went to a friend’s party from school and saw him with his family — the way his father treated his mother, not caring that we were all there. With affection, attention, always touching her, declaring his love. That same day I came home and asked Marisa:“What do you think love really is?”I had a strong feeling for my brother — care, tenderness, an immense desire to see him well, to make him happy. I felt the same for Marisa. But never for my parents.I remember her looking at me with those pitch-black eyes that sometimes seemed to shine, and answering me with all the patience in the world:“Love is when your heart recognizes home. It doesn’t matter about blood, history, or even time… When you love, you simply know. Because being with that person feels like being home.”Back then, I understood that what I felt for Norton, and
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