We spend most of the year consumed by school and career and, yes, even the crazy pursuit of romance when all around us, love abounds. Love is the person who walked you through your messy breakup. The person who held your hand in the hospital. The person who read your blog and told you that you were making a difference. Love is the person who believed in you even when you couldn’t seem to believe in yourself. The person who took you to that incredibly fancy dinner place just so they could spend some time with you. The person who remained on your side when everyone else jumped ship. The person — the people — who went out and actually did life together with you. And though they may seem like mere flesh, bone, and blood, the heartbeat that steps alongside your own is always, always, a miracle. Nothing less.