Regardless if you love them, hate them, wish they would die, or know that you would die without them, it matters not. Because once in your life, whatever they are to the world, they become everything to you. You can look into their eyes and travel to the depths of their soul, and you can say a million things without a trace of a sound. When your lips meet and the entire world disappears, leaving just the two of you behind, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of their very heart. You love them for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind, but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.

Anonymous.