"Make love to me tonight" you said, and my heart fell to its knees, shaking, dreaming. Unbearable lightness of the soul, as if it would have prepared itself always for this moment, for this instance in which we melt into each other with so much eagerness. I thought I knew everything. I was dumb. One never knows everything, never understands how much he or she can hurt, and love, and feel. They say the moment you touch someone for the very first time you know if it's the ONE. I say that's bullshit. You really know when you touch their soul. And then, loving, and caring, and waking up together, weeping together and laughing together, you learn you really don't know much about anything. Except that you LOVE and are LOVED. Every day, in sickness and in health, in joy or in sorrow, in your best moments and in your worst. And, as the song says, nothing else matters.