Love.
Lorraine Erythrina.
".... You." He answered in gentle voice while looking against her eyes.
"Why me.. What is the reason?" She closed her book and now their eyes are met and looking at each other.
"Does everything about love need a reason, young beauteous lady in front of me?"
"Mhm?" A doubtful tone escaped from her small lips
"Love has so many definitions, it can be change sometimes. Isn't it?" He continued his sentence– "Joyful, Soft, Comfort, Shy. You owned those definitons. Might sounds like baloney words but I'm being completely honest."