love doesn't exist? 
doesn't love exist? 

how can it be, 
when i fall in love every day 
with people and places and experiences 
and smells and tastes and touches and views and sounds 
and music and art and paintings and books and games and movies and series 
and, nature. 

when i look at the sea, 
i know love. 
when i compliment someone, 
i do it with love. 
when i make someone smile, 
there's love there. 

love love love love. you know love, 
look more carefully and closely 
and you'll see it. 
it's there, beside you. 
slowly trying to reach you 
without you noticing. 

(ah, mischievous little thing.)