What does it mean to love somebody?

It's easy to assume that loving somebody just means chocolates, silly dates, staying by each other's side, etc cetera. Yet, there's so much more to it that nobody talks about.

How do you even fall in love with them? How do you even know you're in love? How do you know you're not mistaking friendship as love? Too many factors. Love was complicated, it was messy, it hurt more than it healed.

But Kafka somehow made her way into your heart without even trying.

“Careful there, wouldn't want you to fall for me,” She had teased, her dumb pick-up line working wonders with that raspy voice.

Yet falling for her was just as messy as you knew it would be, but it also healed you. It showed you that love was more than the pain, it was more than the nights where you tossed and turned; wondering desperately if it was better to avoid love than and save your heart the ache.

When you finally fell deeply in love, Kafka was there to show you just how magical relationships can be.

“I'll be patient,” She promised, tenderly running her fingers across your cheek. Her voice had been extra raspy today after a long day of… whatever she does. You haven't quite crossed the “what's your occupation” line.

“Even if it takes a lifetime, I'll still be patient.” Gentle lips meant your forehead, leaving a sweet kiss as you were settled between her legs. “I'll teach you what a relationship is truly about, and then I'll teach you how to love somebody like me.”