Paper Airplanes

"What is love?" Zabaria asked in her small, seven year old voice.

"Love is all the words I feel for you, written neatly upon a sheet of paper. Love is that piece of paper folded into a paper airplane, it's folds neat and precise, perfection in a solid form. Love is when I go to Our Special Place, and let the paper airplane fly. Love, my dear child, is Paper Airplanes..."