She talks with a lot of them. Each conversation starts with "What do you like?"
Everytime she says a random thing that comes to her mind.
Sommetimes it's music, sometimes it's books and other times it would be food. She never tells her real desire.
But this one conversation made her tell her real desire. She opens up more than she did to any diary.
Words flowed through her, not alone but in company of her emotions.
That one person who was a mere existence to her became her only existence.
She didn't know what he was or what it was, but she felt content in a long time.
She was scared but good kind of scared. For the first time she felt herself let go and fall deep.
She does not call it love, she calls it life.
She does not call him lover, she calls him her identity.