The Apple of My Eye

It's not about who comes first. It's who will always stay there to the end.

It's not about who's making a bigger effort. But, who would remain in that corner of the room without effort.

It's about something or someone loving each other above all else.

Find each other among billions of people. Millions of kilometers away. Deep in the ocean. The eyes know who they are aimed at. The heart knows who owns it.

Only the stories of those who live by conscience.

Like the butterfly leaves the cocoon. They knew which point would keep them alive.