I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, there is no pain or hurt; so intimate that my hand upon my chest is your hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close, so intimate that when you think of me I feel an aching in my heart.

- philoism