You.

Usually I pretend to not be interested in you, or to not want to know more about your personal life... But I do, I am interested. I often wonder... What are you thinking about? I would like to know... You seem interesting, and, somehow, sombre, like there's something wrong in your past, something you couldn't manage to unravel. There's something about you which makes me like you even more... You're like a mystery to be solved by me, or someone who doesn't know you completely well... I want you to talk to me about your family, your friends, your life, the people you know, the things that happened to you and the things you regret doing... I want to know everything about you... What are you thinking about? It's my usual question, but I'm not used to asking it out loud; and I'm not used to ask you. What should you know about me, and what shouldn't you? The questions in my head blurr, and they're difficult to open and answer. Is it so difficult? What do you know about me? Do you know my secrets? Do you know something about my childhood? Do you know me? I want to know you, and I want you to know me.

Love surrounds us, but many of us don't exactly know what it is for. Or we don't understand the full meaning of it... Love is powerful, even more powerful than chains that tie you to a stone wall. Love is kind, even more than a baby in a mother's arms. Love is beautiful, even more than a buterfly's wing's colour. Love is a blessing, something a simple hug can show. Love is more than what someone can experience in just a kiss... Love is to care for the otherone. Love is kindness toward someone else. Love is what you feel when you are in the arms of your mother, your father, your sister, or your brother. Love is not just a feeling... It is a part of your body. It is everything, it is everywhere, it is elsewhere. You will find it, and I know it. Love surrounds us, and everywhere we look, there's something or someone who loves us.