You know, many people profess love to each other. They promise it like they can deliver it, like working hard at a job. They can prove it. But you can never prove it. And trying to misses the point.

When you can finally see the inside of your partner, the one that they hide away and see how it contrasts or in some cases complements the outside, then, no, you aren't in love. You are awake.

And then you have at least a chance. Maybe then it's like walking on pebbles in the ocean or watching a bug peak it's head out of a small break in the wall, maybe even like breaking a finger. Maybe all. Maybe not.