do you love me? he asked him. Do I love you? he repeated the question as if he was asking himself that. He gazed into the stars and eternal darkness of universe for a few minutes. I cannot tell you if I love you, for I do not know what love is. I've lived for quite some time on this earth and yet I do not know what life is. Every day so different, every breath so meaningful and meaningless at the same time, every minute a lesson, as if life doesnt want to be defined, doesnt want to be limited by a term or a defenition. So I could tell you that I love you, but I cannot bare the tought of lying to you. I do not know what life is and what love is as a term and as a defenition presented to society as a moral and normal expression of feelings. All I know is what I feel, and what I know, is you are my everything, every breath you take makes me want to keep breathing, every minute spent with you is a minute well used in this thing we call life. I want to remember your every kiss, your every word, every heartbeat, every smile and every tear. And while I'm with you I wish for nothing and I need nothing except you, all I ask of God if there is one, that I never loose you, and when moment comes for our harts to stop beating I only wish I go first so I could wait for you on the other side so we can spend eternity together.