How can you express Love?

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 Hey guys. It's another day and...Valentine's day is so so close. How are you going to express love on that day? 


Spending money? 

Hugging? 

Laughing? 

Okay...okay...

There are many ways to express love that a boyfriend girlfriend thing.


So, how can you express love? 🤷🏽

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