A stab that goes skin-deep, leaving a paper-cut that burns with every tear that rolls over it. A kiss that smells the soul, painting a color that’s unseen by the naked eye. A touch that feels the throb of the heart, making a rhythm that beats a divine song. A look that brushes the curves and hues of a smile, inspiring a foolish bunch of butterflies, that’s what love is. A mystery quest, an open secret.