Love is... How love is...
I am not entitled to give any diagnostic recipe.
It is not in my hands. It has been. Or it has never been.
But concerning the kindest variety of love, I can submit a short questionnaire.
How do you know you love a text?
How do you know it is love and not an adventurous affair?
What are the details you can give of that lover's face?
Where did you spend the shared days and nights with the paper beloved?
How does it feel the missing after you close the back-cover?
Do you discuss and what do you discuss with it and the elusive provider (author)?
How do you diffuse the news about the lover?
Would you reach the point of sharing with others?
Would you try to know the whole family (sister books, cousin works)?
Take your time, I will come back to them all.
Just I give you here a photo taken on the British Isles.
And another, taken on a Mediterranean shore.