I love people. And it seems to me that love to people is in general: either there it is, or it is not. There's no such thing as "I do not know," because if you love, you know, and if you doubt it, it's not a love.
I love and do not even know why.
Just because I love. Each person is unique by nature, each one is special. Each person has his own unique beauty, his light, his zest. I like when people are happy, when they smile. I look at them, and I am happy myself. And when a person is sad, I also feel sad somehow, and I want to pull out all this sadness and throw it somewhere to the attic. A person is beautiful when he is happy!
