Love is when they want to touch you every once in a while. When they move closer to you at the table, put their hand on yours, call you to their side to embrace you, put a naughty strand of hair behind your ear. When they inhale the fragrance of your hair with pleasure, when they kiss you on the cheek, when they pass by, when they hold your hand, when they cross the road with you and just walk down the street, when they pull you to take a photo together. Love is when they want you. To touch, to feel, to listen. It's impossible to portray, to act, if it's not there. That's why Stanislavsky is a thousand times right in answering the question of what love is: "To want to touch.