"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep, your eyes close." - Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets This is an entry for the Sky is the Limit Writing Contest (