I love your body.

That’s offensive.

Ok, I love your mind.

What do you mean?

I love how smart you are, the thoughts you have, how fast and funny you are, the things your mind has achieved.

Also kind of offensive… You love me because of the way my brain functions and not because of who I am.

Well, who are you?

Exactly. Who are you?

I am me.

I am also me. But I am also you.

Very cryptic. So how am I supposed to love you?

Love me the way you love yourself. And love everyone else the same. But just be honest that you have found in me someone that you enjoy spending time with, or can tolerate being with more than anyone else. That you have found.

That’s harsh… It implies that I might find someone else.

You might. But please don’t. Because I love you.

wut…

[…This thing isn’t as good as I hoped it would be. I was trying to make a point that there is a consciousness or even a soul, if you like, that you fall in love with, and that this is more important than appearances or thoughts alone. It was supposed to be about the nature of being and showing that we are not just physical beings or even thinking beings. We are those things but we are also something else. Something deeper and more connected to ourselves, eachother, and everything else.]