Love, a Riddle? Don’t Ask Me!

“I was raised in an orphanage and I have described in exaggerated details what love means to me. To me love is belongingness, a kind of sense that gives meaning to my life, a definition that is always inconstantly and beautifully constant, a whisper in my ears reminding me that there is someone who cares for me, a phrase that continues to lose its auditory appeal but continues to gain platonic fullness, a metaphor that floats around me and leaves me at liberty to draw various conclusions…”