"mom, how do you know whether you're in love with someone?"

mark's mom stopped cooking, and looked at her son. she wondered whether she should tell him how it all happened, and decided that mark was old enough to know. she turned off the fire, and made her way to the dining room, sitting down. mark followed suit.

she took a deep breath. "son, you know that when you're in love with someone, your world starts to change, right?"

mark nodded. she continued.

"however, that doesn't matter. what truly matters is how you feel for the person. did your heart beat faster every time you see them? did your breathing seem to stop every time they come closer? did you blush whenever they start talking to you? did you start getting nervous every time?

because if you do, that means you're truly in love with that person. it doesn't matter whether the colours exist or not, it doesn't matter who you like, it doesn't matter which gender you love, because love is love. nothing matters as long as you love them."

mark's mother smiled at her son, whom was stunned by the words that she said. then, he started to smile.

"thanks, mom."