i believe love is in the simple things, the routine of our lives, the things we do everyday and that have become so ordinary, we no longer notice them. tell me, how many nights do you see the stars and wish you could count them? when did you last feel the rain? and when you say their name, how often do you try to taste it in your mouth? love happens on the days you are aware of beauty. love happens when she looks at you for a few minutes and kisses you, slowly, carefully, as if it could break her heart, as if she'd been waiting all her life, as if it was the first time.