Love is curiosity, a story unfolding in endless conversations, a dance of wit and laughter. It flits from thought to thought, finding beauty in new ideas, in the thrill of discovery. It is playful, teasing, never still, one moment a whisper of romance, the next an eruption of laughter. Love is found in the way minds connect, in shared jokes and stolen glances across the room. But it does not wish to be caged, for to stay in one place too long is to lose the joy of movement, of change. Love must remain light, free, forever intrigued by the next sentence in the story.