I started thinking about this question that I had never thought about before. Why do I love you? I thought about it for a long time, but still didn't understand it. Is it possible that my love for so many years has been so vague? I continued to think and said to myself: "Maybe it was the wind that year, maybe it was the dead insect, maybe it was the recklessness, maybe it was the light?" Do I really love you? Do I love the light, or you, or... Are you the light?
Intention: Love is worth it.