You say you love me, and you ask me if I love you. I just look at you with a smile. I don't know if I love you or not, but there are too many things in this world that entangle us. You have become the constraint of my freedom, and I have become the constraint of your life. So I answer you: "Is love that important?"
You say: "Yes, it is important!"
I tilt my head and look at you smiling
--I understand, this is your philosophy, but I don't understand it!