This is the one about love. Love and understanding. Love and understanding and you. You. You. You. I'm smiling because I don't know if you exist yet, or if I've met you, or if I've known you my entire life. But you're face which may possibly be handsome or not, is the most beautiful face I've ever laid eyes on. Your hands which might be rough with the work that you've done, callused, or maybe not. Your hands are the most gentle I've ever felt within mine. Your eyes, which may be dark brown or blue, or greyish green, are the kindest eyes I've stared into. Your lips which are full and soft, like mine, or not, are the very embrace in which I want to be lost in forever. I don't know if you're the best friend, or the guy who sometimes waves to me as we pass each other on the street. But I know love you. I love you with all that I have inside. You're everything. You're everything and nothing. Nothing because I don't think you exist. You're too good to exist. I'm undeserving. But I love you. I love you a lot. You give me that quiet feeling of chords striking at the same time to create the most intriguing melody. I have the scenes that play in my mind, which makes me think that I've met you before. I probably met you in another life, and we were perfect. We were better than Adam and Eve, better than Romeo and Juliet. We were simple. A real love to withstand the test of time. I don't think I'll ever find you though, because your elusive, like that feeling you get when...you know that everything is beautiful and perfect. That feeling you get when its raining, and you're happy. When you look up through the trees and see the light glimmering through the bramble of leaves and branches. Everything is perfect and with a purpose and you know all the secrets of the world. And that no matter what everything has purpose and sense. v