The way I feel about love

“What are you doing, my dear?” said a mother to her small four-year-old daughter.
“I’m writng a letter to Helen”, the little girl answered.
“But dear,” said the mother, “you don’t know how to write.”
The little girl continued to make marks on the paper with her pencil and answered: “Well, Helen doesn’t know how to read, so it doesn’t make any difference.”

Robert J. Dixson