I have gone mad. I am going to write an essay about Love, and in fact I am 27 years old. And all of you know who I am. I am afraid, that the universe could cease to exist because of such a global contradiction.
   
   I am going to write an essay about Love instead of going to a computer club to tear all in pieces when playing Counter-Strike. No, I am really mad.
   
   People have sex in the bushes so that only crash is heard. And I lay in my bed at home just going to write an essay about Love. Isn’t it easier to go and have sex without all that nonsense?

   I am going to write an essay about Love which is known only through suffering. If you do not suffer, you do not love. If you do not love, you do not suffer.

   I will write that Love is a mental frustration causing phantom pains even after treatment. Love is the very suffering. What the majority makes fuss over is not Love, but just affection.

   I am going to write an essay about Love and scatter sheets on a cemetery of my affections. I shall begin it with words: "Dear bitches! I never loved any of you in my life, don’t flatter to yourselves".

   I crystallize feelings, I learn Love irrespectively. And, next time, I will recognize her in a crowd. I will approach to her, and stick her sting in my soul by myself. I have nothing to do in our wrecked world, except for salvation of all feeling beings.
   
   I will throw out all ideas and memoirs and write an essay about Love amazing Reason, Heart and Soul. There is no rescue from it, but in a Buddhist monastery on the Katun River.
   
     
It will be an essay about Love which has nothing common with a word "love". It will be an essay about Love which oversteps the bounds of the concept "love".
      
   This essay will outlive me, but will never outlive our Love. This essay will outlive her but will never outlive our Love. This essay will outlive all those who outlive us, but who never outlive our Love.
   
   Essay about Love:
   
The light in the window died down,
And the moon is shining brightly.
I love you.