When it happens that if you are near a particular being, you become frustrated beyond belief, but still stick around; when everything they say is pointless, but you listen anyway; when you feel like hitting them, but you can't help smiling; when they do something incomprehensible, but it makes you feel contented; when, if you manage to get away from them, you can't help returning, even if you laugh it off when it happens; and when something terrible occurs and, apart from yourself, they are the only being you think of; then you are with a human. And in love.