You seem to have conflict on your head, a plethora of thoughts flowing into and out of your mind.
You think you are confused and your head is purely reconstructing things to the way you wish them to be; perhaps the thought is true. Perhaps you only see the happiness in her actions because there's no other happiness that goes beyond the borders of what you expected.
You could think all morning about this and tire your mind with seemingly more depressing thoughts about your day, but you don't.
Instead, you smile.
The literature book you once had in your locker placed directly below your arm, securely adjusted there by your forearm and resting on the palm of your hand as you walk down to your determined class.
Arriving there your day seems gloomy and slow. You see nothing, you feel nothing, everything literally feels like nothing.
Until you see her
Your demeanor changes as she proceeds to walk in your direction, noticing the agonizing pace that she's walking in as if just to stir your nerves even more. You shift in your place as she only grazes your sight with a second of her presence and leaves again, leaving you to let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding in.
The way she walks is captivating, nothing else can have the determined amount of attention as she has when she walks near you.
Everything else is nothing
At last you sit in your English Arts class, your assignment is to find the meaning of the word matter and somehow make a love statement according to what you believe matter to be. To everyone this seems easy enough, they research papers and draw conclusions about said word. Some have chosen to go with matter as to say that everything is matter.
You seem baffled, the question did not process well in your brain. Your professor takes a note of this, smiling at your apparent confusion and guiding you to his desk.
"What is everything to you?"
You start questioning his abilities as a professor as he just asked you a question he knows you don't understand, but before you can do that he speaks yet again and points directly at the person whom has had your full attention this whole day.
"What do they mean to you?"
"Everything."
"Now describe everything"
"Everything is not needing anything else to be complete; everything is equal to having all you need."
"Now what is matter?"
"Everything."
"So in the end...."
"In the end, that whom we truly love is matter. They are everything to us, this is why it is called matter- because they are all that matters."
And yet again you smile at your professor, nodding your head in approval as a signal of understanding.
-what is she to you?
They whom you love are "matter"
Because they are everything
They are everything , everything that matters
Matter: another word for "all and everything living" in science
