"I love you", my lips whispered to the breeze. I don’t know who I am talking to or who should I be saying those three words to. It doesn’t matter. Words no longer know their way through me as much as I know mine through their maze. I like to write. I like the fact that I am writing now. I am not sure what I am writing, but it is art. I consider it one because right now, I am painting my brain and adding the last glimpses of confusion on my painting through kicking it all out in this pointless piece. "I love you". These there words again. I don’t know who I am talking to or who should I be saying those three words to. I have no clue. The last time someone said these words to me was today. A close friend of mine said them to me, and they had no a single effect on me. I didn’t even blink. It is weird. "I love you", "Bahebak/ek", "Seni seviyorum", "Je t’aime", "Te amo"..In all the languages, it was proven scienti...