I don't speak of the word "love". It is difficult for me to pronounce. It gives me chills. It makes me nauseated. I am not the opposite of it, but I am not its counterpart. It is like, the unspeakable. Like the bald villain from Harry Potter, who I always forget his name, but know, his name cannot be said. But yet, you anticipate and wait and sometimes even yearn for it.