I do not think that a person’s heart is a simple lock that only requires a key to open. I do not think that love is finding the person who has this key or giving this key to someone. Rather, I think love is finding the person who is like a burglar. They want so desperately what’s inside your heart, that they wait to hear the clicks that they are on track to crack a safe. They spend precious time perfecting the combination to achieve having you. That is what I think love is.