At last, I also discovered love. Thanks to words, I knew about it. I thought I knew everything about it. I knew its descriptions, its various kinds, its triumphs and tragedies, its darkness and light. I told it to myself in a million ways. But I truly got to know it only beyond words.

I dissolved in it. I melted. I boiled and evaporated, ascended upwards, turned back into millions of droplets, and fell onto the hot surface. Hissing. I penetrated every nook and cranny. I slipped into moistening pores. I rushed through thousands of streams, driven by the pulse of a great bloodstream.

I must admit, it made an impression on me. I couldn't resist the thought that I had finally found a purpose and a cause. That love is an all-principle and the meaning. I allowed myself to believe in it. For a moment.

For a moment.