Not a gift, not a chocolate, the real care for me is the warmth a person emits when im around them. It is the sly but pure smile they give because they are shy to give the cheek-to-cheek grin. Its the hesitant handshake that slowly transforms to a tight hug as the bond grows. Its the comfortable silences where you can hear the breeze blow. Its the goodmorning and the goodnight that even after months of not talking echoes the same love and comfort that prevails when you are together. For me care and love is wierd because even after all these words i fall short to say what it really is to me.