Can You Believe ?She was different. There was something about her... He couldn't stop thinking. Some kind of excitement. Some kind of mystery. Something what made him alive. They were spending hours together and every second was interesting. He never thought it could be possible but she knew him better than he knew himself. She was smart and funny. She knew how to talk. It was never enough. She was enticing. He wanted to know her more and more. She was living in such a beautiful world. There was no disappointment, no grief, no aversion. He felt like her body was extension of him but more perfect and beauty. This was so private and intense. I am living a dream, he thought.
One day she asked him, "What is love?"
"Love" ? he said. "I am you and you are me. Everything what I know is you."