Short Story : The Meaning of Love

A man was asking about love to a woman...

 
man                 : “Hey, do you know what love is?”
woman            : “Well, it is a great feelings toward someone.”
man                 : “Can u describe it more?”
woman            : “Okay, it is a mixed component by sugar, chocolate, grape, strawberry, milk, and heart.”
man                 : “Any simpler way?”
woman            : “Hmm, someone that close to us, gives warm feelings, make our chest beating fast, and sometimes we envious of him/her if she/he close to someone else.”
man                 : “I get it now, but... do you have someone that you loved?”
woman            : “(blushed) Oh, i... i have someone that... i, love...”
man                 : “And who is that lucky person?”
woman            : “Umm, he always close to me, but...”
he never “Recognize my feelings... toward him”
man                 : “Ehh... just tell me... I'm not going to tell anyone (draw nearer)”
woman            : “(ashamed) R... really?”
man                 : “Yeah, of course!”
woman            : “Y-okay then... but, i'l whisper you”
(draw nearer at his ear) <<it... it's... You>>”
man                 : “Whoaa~! really?!”
woman            : “Y-yes, but...”
man                 : “If that so, I'll love you as well~!”
woman            : “An... any, proof...?”
man                 : “You want me to proof it?”
woman            : “Y-yes.. please >////<”
man                 : “It can't be helped, then”
(kiss her right on the lips)
woman            : “...!!”