"Love is truly something painful—capable of destroying even the last 'self,' even parts of yourself you didn't know existed. It makes you want to leave and, at the same time, stay." I came across this text the other day, and reflecting on it, I agree because I know you. When we love, we deny ourselves to keep the one we love happy; it's not a pleasure in itself, but rather thinking about and wanting to do good for the other person. And since I met you, it's been like that every second. I always think about loving you more and more deeply, about caring for you, giving you affection, listening to you, smiling, and why not crying… you can always count on me, my little white one. Your eternal number 1. I love you so much!