I feel you in my heart, and I don't even know you.

I am finding this increasingly difficult, please bear with me. Let me lay it out like a switchboard, it's got buttons and levers and flashing things and DO NOT TOUCH stickers. It's intricate in design, yet simplistic in understanding. Once you grasp its' features and the concept of its' creation, you can't remember what it was like before you knew all you know now. The quirks, the meaning behind the symbols on the buttons, how high or low each lever should be placed to get the perfect sounds and vibrations from this machine. You know what not to do around it, which levers you shouldn't press higher because they will, eventually, lead to an explosion. You know it can be volatile, ever changing, persistently working toward the future.

This machine is you, it is me, it is the people you surround yourself with and are surrounded by. This machine has a name, it is a proper noun, it is a title, it is something you can refer to it by.

You have the owner's manual to this machine, yourself. You know yourself inside and out, what makes you mad, what makes you happy, et cetera. You are aware of your deepest fears and greatest dreams, even the ones you'll never let be made known. You would never vocalize some of the things that are kept internally in this machine, but you hold them none the less, you know them and they are yours.

You also have the operator's manual to those other machines, your friends, your family, the people around you. You know what makes them tick, the things that piss them off and make them the most upset. The words that can bring them to tears, whether they be tears of joy or tears of anger. You can calm these machines, you can rile them up.

But it's more than that.

There is more to our personal relationships than statistics, more than words and actions can describe. More than 'I Love You' means between friends, between people in love. A chemical reaction, an explosion, something between us that connects us, that makes us stronger and makes our love greater. But what is it, what is that unnameable portion of our human relationships? And why is it so hard to grasp?