This is for all of those who drew on the classroom tables in high school with their dull Ticoderoga pencils of angst. Whose homework’s paper margins were exhausted with the scratchings of rebellion and love. Whose skin was marked with the caresses of pen’s red ink; and who was both envied and disfavored for this. Stop. Forget your math. Forget your scientific formulas, we know what love is! Love is written all over the our papers and it is drawn on our soft, proud skin. What is it you really need?