- Well, now I know what the love means.
- Whoa, Jonny, what the hell are you talking about? This whole thing was not about love!
- Yep, it was.
- Was not at all! You've just gone mad - you'd better see a shrink or something. What's wrong with you pal?
- Nothing. I mean, really nothing. Well, tell me how do _you_ define love?
- Come on man what a kiddish talk we are having! You got some math you know it's not about defining you only could try to describe something like it.
- Go ahead, man. Describe it. Tell me what your vision of love is.
- You are crazy. I knew you are crazy, I always did. I know you for ages and you are still looking like a complete dumb to me. So just to stop these stupid questions that I am deeply tired of I'll dis-cover it to you that love overwhelms us. It surrounds you from all sides at once and at the same time, simultaneously and instantly like an Atlantic ocean wave. And suddenly you may find out that it's already gone and then you start pursuing it but it's nothing but a salty water around you and the dream is over. But the good news is that you still feel it is the lucky way. Truly yours way.
- Good point, fellow, good point. And still I'll tell you the love is much much more than that. Because it's not a prize. It's the way you do things.