I love.
“I wish I could say that I love you, but the truth is that I just love and you happened to get in the way.
Now, most people would take offense at this, tell me how impersonal it feels, how if I just love everybody because they happen to be there, then my love for any particular person is not special.
But you are special before I love you. You are special even if I do not love you. You are unique, and I am unique, and therefore the love we share is unique. If you don’t feel special, it is only because you have learned to define yourself in opposition to others, competitively.”
Thoughts of a Wordinary Girl 