"How do you know when you already love someone?" He looked at me, with confusion written on his face.
"Why'd you ask?" I smiled, a sad one I guess. Then I looked at him. He's worried but there's something more in his eyes, it's like he's hoping for something.
"Have you been in love?" He asked.
"I don't even know how to love." I answered.
He tightly held my hand, as if he always wanted to hold it and as if he never wanted to let me leave.
"Let me teach you."
