A love letter

Love, who are you really? 

Do you arrive bringing happiness or suffering?

If it is Happiness, I believe you; as long as it is not Eros.

Filia:

I see you in Albert's messages, when My Miley's calls and in the hug my coworker gave me. The times you have saved my life! You complete me, destroy and rebuild me. You are the good thing in life. 

Pragma:

Sometimes I look for you and I don't find you. I look at you in front of me and I don't see you. I see myself in the mirror and I don't recognize us. 

Eros:

You are what men invent when they believe they feel the “ray of divine connection.” The same one they feel countless times. Love, stop playing around! how long until the real one comes? This was never my wish.