Love is helping a stranger carry their books and laundry two blocks in the dark lest they fall under the weight and not be discovered till morning
Love is texting a friend who didn't get to go to the picnic to tell them you miss them and wish they could be there with you.
Love is giving your cinnamon raisin bread to someone down the hall who used up all their cafeteria meals
Love is getting off your skateboard to walk in the slow lane with a friend who's mom is dying of cancer
Love is taking twenty minutes to walk across campus for a friend instead of watching their stuff while they go
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