Love is when they want to touch you once again.

They move closer at the table, put their palm on yours, invite you to hug them, put a naughty strand behind your ear. When they inhale the aroma of your hair with pleasure, they kiss you on the cheek just like that, passing by, holding your hand, crossing the road with you and just walking along the street, they attract you to take a picture together. Love is when you are wanted. Touch, feel, listen. It is impossible to portray, to play if it is not there. Therefore, Stanislavsky is a thousand times right in answering the question of what love is: "To want to touch."