I love nothing to do. Actually, you are not the answer to any of my questions, but I love it. I can’t say it would be okay if not, I love it. It’s better to walk with you, I love to walk. I love your walk. I love that you are afraid of cars. I love the way you cross the street, watching me eat something. I love that you are happy with me. You don’t try to make me another man. That’s how you accept it, I love the way you accept it. You love to read me, you…