love

- Man, she said. - You should write something about love, about what it means to you.
- That's impossible, I answered. - Because it is not a concrete thing. I am unable to describe it. It just is.
- No, I mean, you should, she said once more. - Write about love, just do.
- No, I said. - I won't, love is too big, too enormous, too meaningful, but still so weak. Love is just too strong a thing to write about, it is too induvidual.
- But write about what you think about it, your indivdual opinion. She smiled.
- No. I shook my head while saying it. - My love is between me, and my beloved one. Actually that is the only thing that is between us, otherwise we would melt together.
- Write that then, she said.