Love is not vigorous, not fleeting, not an impulsive dream in youth.
Love is when you stand on the beach and look at his loneliness, crossing the entire sea and just want to close a window for him.
Love is when you are curled up and struggling in the chaos of life and death, and suddenly you see her rushing in front of you without caring about anything before falling down.
You don't know that you are strong but inadvertently dependent on her. He doesn't know that he ties his life to your heart.
No expression, no deliberateness, no need to even remember.
Love is just caring.
Conception: