“Love is the scars on your knees, the leftover food in the refrigerator, the song the birds sing, the pain you inflict, the sweet nothingness which flutters from your lover’s mouth, a half-complete cigarette, the rainbow sprinkles on your cupcake, the battered package you received in the mail the other day, the sound of wind escaping through a small gap in your window, the dampness in your hair, the chipped red varnish on your fingernails, your grandmother’s musical box, the ballet shoes you’ve had since you were five, the music playing on your car stereo, the flaky paint on your walls, the tooth-fairy, your hands and the things you can make with them, the kisses you blow, the clothes you wear, the tingly feeling you get when you get touched at certain parts of your body, the tangles in your lover’s hair, sleepless nights, being desired by multiple parties, solving a mathematical problem, watching the people around you, screaming out of your window in the middle of the night, make-up sex, smudged mascara, dishevelled hair, silence, recyclable materials, trees, photosynthesis, growth, development