Even before I was a little girl, I thought of love as a sweet kiss on summer breeze. A melting iceberg on the middle of the antartic. A dawn of glittering wilderness. Love is big. Love is enormous. Its does not hurt. It does not like death. It lives on every people. It is not selfish, nor greedy, nor stingy. It is disciplined, it is original. It does exist. It does. Not until my parents separated. I was left all alone. What I have thought about everybody's favorite topic? What about L