I always believed that Love is when you want to relive with someone all four seasons. When you want to run with someone from a spring thunderstorm under a lilac strewn with flowers, and in summer pick berries with someone and swim in the river. In autumn, cook jam together and seal windows from the cold. In winter - to help to survive a runny nose and long evenings, and when it gets cold - to heat the stove together. It becomes color when the tender fingers of Love touch it. What do you think is your concept of love?