What is love, anyway, in explanation? Persistence and donuts on Sundays, emails that trail off but assert the obvious, anyway: I love you because I do. It is holding the receiver up to the sky to hear the sounds of the wind in separate parts of the town, state, country, so I can tell that part of the world that I love it, too. Persistence. It is telling me that you will keep trying no matter how unrespnsive I get.
I have these people already.