You must have felt it sometime.

That is what is like to love someone from deep within. To feel his or her hurts as one's own.

To see that the world is a better place because that person is in it, no matter where. No matter how.

To give and give, no matter the cost to oneself. It's irrational, yet it makes perfect sense.

To see you happy, that's all that matters. Tell me that you are.

Tell me, looking into my eyes. I dare you. I suspect you don't have it in you, even if I pay for the train ticket.

Which I will.

7-9. Today.