True love exits.
I'll tell you a story. Once upon a time in 2018. Come-on you don't expect me to go into Shakespeare era. It was spring. I had just brushed my teeth with the close up. The weather was clear, and I could see him from the binoculars. He was shining like the pole star in between those vast attractions of the nature. He couldn't see me falling in love with his eyes as he accidentally looked at a shrub above my vision. It was happening. I was falling in love with a creation of God, so charming that it out performed the best of the nature's. He walked, and with a white little flower stuffed in his hands, even the God could've crowned him the prince of the world. It was when he picked up the cat and started petting it, that was meaw-ing at him, I fell in love with his simplicity, and care. These all happened all before he finally smiled. And since then I haven't been able to return to my world.
What happened then? I was too far, and I did try catching a glimpse of him. But he then was gone into his territory, perfectly contrasting with his aura.
He's a discovery. He can't be owned. He's to be looked at with open eyes. He's love.