- Grandma, how can I understand that I have fallen in love?
- Very simple, granddaughter. Do you remember how you met?
- Of course, grandma. I remember not only our acquaintance, but also every meeting: how we smiled at each other for the first time, how we held hands for the first time, how we kissed. You know, grandma, I even remember everything, everything, everything I told him about; what jokes did she laugh at? how I prepared for each date; what she was wearing so that he would like it. Is this love, grandma?
- No, granddaughter. Love is when you remember what he wore on dates. And if you remember yourself, this is love. Put the dolls in the box, granddaughter.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru