"Why do you like me?"
"I don't know."
"Then what do you like about me?"
"I don't know."
I pouted: "Then when did you like me?"
"I don't know."
"How come you don't know anything!"
I angrily led the horse and walked quickly in front of him.
"Anan, wait for me."
He came over and held me, looking at me tenderly.
"Why, you're so angry!"
"Who asked me to ask you, you don't know anything!"
"Have you ever heard a word?"
"What words."
"You don't know where love begins, but it grows deeper."
I lowered my head and stopped talking. Ashu hugged me. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the tenderness in his arms.
Intention: Love is fulfillment rather than possession