"When I'm not with you, it's as if love does not exist in general." I found this phrase in a lost notebook at home. It has children's lyrics, so it can only be from my son a few years ago. I take it without permission. Maybe he does not yet understand the greatness of his expression. But surely he felt it for a sweetheart and told it with the poetry of simplicity. "When I'm not with you, it's as if love does not exist in general." Is not it what it feels like before a love break? The lack of love is a blackout. Light goes out. The feeling of helplessness overshadows. The others are dyed gray. The awakening is opaque. Every night lamp is the threat of your loneliness. The sun does not come out. The night seems to tell you the truth, it tells you that you are alone, that you do not know how to love, that you can not learn, that you are of bad wood, that there is no one who deserves or stands by your side. It's just the moment. The night does not really tell you the truth, but at night everything is removed and darkened more. The lack of love is a blackout. And human beings, as given, as all beings, to survival, light the candle. A worn candle with a fragile flame that moves with any soul wind. But watch yourself. And at dawn, when you come back to believe that life is there for you, you go running to see if there is any wax left. And you think, you do not feel, you just think that when you are without him or without him, love in general can exist. That love, in general, is the greatest love.