"What is love?" is the question.

Don't respond. No matter what answer you give me, I'd end up asking 20 other questions. I don't care if it's psychological, metaphysical or or cybersexual. It's just gonna complicate the question more. When you answered those questions (after I specifically asked you not to) you would have provided an answer that makes me question human instinct, the limits of human comprehension, and a thousand philosophies. So then I go out and ask questions about all those things. So you answer those questions and now I ask about your answers. Those answers provide more questions. The truth of all matters is: The more you explain, the less simple the statement.

"What is love?"

Who cares? If you have a special feeling running through you, some unfounded forms of fear or personal tendencies you're unaccustomed to, then you're in love.

Then 5 years from now you feel it again but it's much stronger. That's a stronger love. You're not feeling anything strange but you can't stop smiling. Love. All you ever do is argue but you're never angry. Love. I dream about him. Love. I write about him. Love. What does it matter what it is? Almost all of us feel it and it has different effects on all of us.

Love is a feeling.
Love is a feeling. That's one.
Love is a state of mind. That's two.
Love is the willingness to die for someone. That's three.

Keep going. You're defining this ultimate concept, this feeling of flawless affection. You'll write a song for someone because you love them. You'll fly to Istanbul to see them. You'll give up your job or bear children out of this feeling for them.

But you still can't tell anyone how powerful Love is.
Eventually Love, this single unitary concept becomes ten thousand different things.
If you feel it, accept it. Love, hate, confusion, magic, perdition...whatever. Just feel it. You won't define it right anyway. You can't have wrong feelings. If "Love" is dismembering the opposite sex, then you're in love, but you're also a sick fucking individual.

But don't pull out the dictionaries. The greatest minds on the planet couldn't figure it out, the simplest minds already have. So the point of all this was to tell you that nothing is as pure and representational than what it is you're thinking or feeling. Accept the beauty in that uncarved statue and the designs will always be limitless. Good luck.

I love you, Karim.