As an autistic person I often get asked whether I know what love is. I am probably the last person to know anything about love but I have an idea what love is for me. It is when I know everything
about another person but I still want to be with them more than with anyone else. Love is when I trust that person so much that I tell them everything about myself no matter how dark the scecret
is and I still don´t feel ashamed. Love is feeling secure and safe with that person. Loving someone to me means to accept that person the way they are, who they are and how they want to be
without insisting to get something out of it myself. true love is beautiful but very rare. Never mind how I found someone like you.