A paper airplane drifts into her room and settles with a whisper on the floor.
"What is love?" is written in black ink on the wings. Over and over. She steps over to it gingerly and unfolds it in the same manner.
What is love?
The feeling of your lips fitting against mine
The perfect silence in your room in a chaotic city
The hesitant hugs
The midnight meetings
Izzy is surprised to find a reply. A similar airplane, but pink, wings covered with "What is love?" Her handwriting is loopy and curly.
He unfolds it. Bold letters read, "You."
